Another day has said its piece,
and exited, stage right,
allowing comments from the crowd,
and listening by the lights.

As traveling turns to staying put,
and mystery, to norm,
By smold'ring tire, bare on foot,
I wait for the gathering storm.

In another life, may rest
the feeling I have sought.
But here, in simulation's test,
I've only what I brought.

And even though it seems ok,
there's so much here to fix.
I watch as darkness settles in
and gets up to its tricks.

By never knowing any more
than what my senses glean,
I could have stayed so fast asleep,
and lived here, in their dream.

But something always felt amiss
and starlight sets it off.
As that creation starts to drift,
I resist the ticking clock.

Tell me what I have to do,
because I want the door.
This life's a game and I am through.
The truth is so much more.

This life's a shame, and so I knew,
since I was less than four.