It is difficult for me
to find my voice,
the place in which I belong.
I am two-dimensional slipping into the sliver of hope
disappearing entirely from view.
Waking step upon waking step My aspirations are becoming dust
Chin up, failure rising
This is just a test of your good nature
A way of breaking through your dream-state
Oh, the world is not changing fast enough
Instead, it is changing us – we technochildren
we dreamers of things strangely possible
By the time the world is ready,
something else will be breaking through.