The idiot box


Watched the box
Numbed my brain
If there was peace
In this kinda rain

It pours out
The flow never ends
I take what I can
Till my world bends

I am numbed
By the flow
I am no longer me

Time passes
Without a trace
I found no moment
In this empty space

No thought
No reason
Just a screen
10 long seasons

I am numbed
By the saga
I am no longer me

They call it idiot
I think I can relate to that
I found no reason
To disagree with this fact

I am ok
being a fool
Of learning nothing
Not going to school

I am numbed
By the lesson
I am no longer me

That idiot box
Is my dear friend
When I am with it
I don’t pretend

I am now addicted
By its love
They say it’s a trap
I don’t think so

I am numbed
By this unconditional love
I am no longer me

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world

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