a glitch is not the same as a mistake

Everything is spinning
I am not in control

I’ve learnt to translate the world
into binary code
and dream beyond the line
that’s set with my name
engraved in blood and ones

These escapisms aren’t designed
to flat-line my caffeine strung psyche
these obsessions are electric and frenzied
and for a second I’m alive
but there’s not enough time
to inhale the executable file
to my own destiny
because I don’t know how
to read the future

So I choke on sleep
wishing life was more game
and less reality
where I can press pause
between the coded warfare
of images and breath
or just restart the fucking game
and start again
like all the time in between
never mattered
while the memory remains
of how not to do this all again

© Indie Adams 2015