Flying through the green-specked nether

Silent yet screaming

At one with the truth

That brought me here

That shaped and moulded me

Plugged me in, zipped and compressed

Now I find myself surrounded

By blank screens and flashing cursors

Endless rows of burning grey plastic

Heated instruments

Surrounded by darkness.

Immersed in frustration, I stand and yell

The sound reaches into the infinite vault

Trapped, and watching, on a corner monitor

A robbery at sunset, a hostage shot dead

A car stolen, a broken marriage

A forged contract

Under the watchful eye of ignorance

Only through time can everyone believe

The tales I would tell at present.