When you can’t even hear the voice, coming from your phone, because the voices in your head, are getting in the way. All these senseless racing thoughts, they can’t seem to abate, while that lonely podcast tale, goes on like you still care.
You swear that it was all, entirely about you too. Regardless of the fact, listening you didn’t actually do. But you make obtuse connections, quite genious in their way, except they don’t make sense to many. Unless they too parade.
Through multi universes, and parallel worlds. By high speed connections, of energetic waves. You’re not alone out there, which makes this very strange.
Or does it make it mystical? We’ll have to see who stays. And then who wants to leave, this world of make believe, which happens to be real, as real as it can be.
The world is not the same. You woke up and you’ve seen. The illusion was a dream, they call reality.