Will stay in my own world
wasting my chances to unplug from machines?
I am absent from this world
in a shelter from the sun.
We are wired to the cities
fed by machines through wires and screens.
Connected to the streets
The cycle repeats.
I keep forgetting the smell of toxic air.
I keep relying on people to care.
I hereby declare my circuithead's aware
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