The C.P.U.
The C.P.U.
Beyond the distant player,
looking through the screen,
lies a place above comprehension,
a world of red, blue, and green.
Pixelated memories,
caught in a glimpse of light,
the LCD shows,
the other side of life.
Breaking through the screen,
to a hidden world of light,
pixels, wires, and electricity,
only what you feel is real.
Past the clear sand barrier,
a land lies partially seen,
by the distant player,
who will never reach through the screen,
within which I live,
longing to be free,
from the wired control,
that forever binds me.
Beyond the distant player,
looking through the screen,
lies a place above comprehension,
a world of red, blue, and green.
Pixelated memories,
caught in a glimpse of light,
the LCD shows,
the other side of life.
Breaking through the screen,
to a hidden world of light,
pixels, wires, and electricity,
only what you feel is real.
Past the clear sand barrier,
a land lies partially seen,
by the distant player,
who will never reach through the screen,
within which I live,
longing to be free,
from the wired control,
that forever binds me.
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