Numerical Dreams


Digital terror, a virus, zeroes and one’s, a humanity error.

A bad connection, lost online,

chasing arithmetical design, but in real life your absence will shine.

No compass and no map, its time to shut down and take a nap.

Empathy distraction, your mind have become a megabit fraction.

Always connected in a world so real, does anyone care what you really feel?

Creating a world where all is wireless,

Clear thoughts of mind we all digress, a piece of consciousness for us to suppress.

Disconnected from you and from me, disconnected in the end we all shall be,

in a world where we all connect and think we are free.

© 2014 Joakim Andersson