Sometimes it feels just like a dream
The weaving out and in between
What you really are and what they see
Staring into blurry screens
You learn to love the reverie
To disassociate from suffering
To build your own reality
A headjack into fantasy
The deepest darkest dopamine
Autonomous, sublime, serene
Our disinfected new machine
The ones we love, the air we breathe
Polluted by a new disеase
It stalks us down but we cannot hide
So draw thе curtains and close your eyes
Open up
And let it back inside