Midnight streets,
Bask in orange glow,
Imagination finding life,
In electrical illumination,
As magnetic neurons,
Swing between the poles,
To and fro,
To and fro,
To and fro.
At the base of the mountain,
Floats the remnants of your scent,
You're lost in hypnotic freedom,
An elation so immense.
Alas,
This mental Utopia,
Is as close as I'll ever get,
Under reality's weight it perspires,
Dystopia wakes in a pool of sweat.













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