Paradox

I live in paradise
Robinson Crusoe and broadband internet lifeline
A modern paradox
Old friends close and departed
Natural friends and love
Out of touch in the corporeal realm
Connected by wires and light
Is it real?

Sell my soul for a future, someone’s idea of life
Not mine, since my second birth
Fuck that
Conquer fear and breach the habitual path
Feel the freedom
A soul relaxed
Facile it will not be
Life’s game never is

Perfection is offered in another game
Always a catch
A reason to capitulate to safe deficiency
The meek submit to fear
Dying inside in their false nirvana
The dreamers catch the wind
Cast to uncharted waters
Fortuity over the tunnel of hell