Lifestyle of the Connected
Inside the reality of windows and words I hide,
the outside reality of life and souls, I understand but do not touch.
One connects me, a bridge I walk. I come to love the bridge, care for it.
I feel it start to crumble beneth me, as if moving to another place. This I know.
My chocies, limited. I make the leap, and find myself in comfort of the electric reality.
I can not find that bridge again.
the outside reality of life and souls, I understand but do not touch.
One connects me, a bridge I walk. I come to love the bridge, care for it.
I feel it start to crumble beneth me, as if moving to another place. This I know.
My chocies, limited. I make the leap, and find myself in comfort of the electric reality.
I can not find that bridge again.