I look around and see plastic and paper realities,
egos sky high and minds confined;
eyes locked on devices
the seasons are passing, and the old lady is screaming
"wake up, your time is passing, the wrinkles are showing."
I look around and see plastic and paper realities,
egos sky high and minds confined;
eyes locked on devices
the seasons are passing, and the old lady is screaming
"wake up, your time is passing, the wrinkles are showing."