Eternal exposure

We may always feel
a little lonely and lost,
 drained and daydreaming,
shamelessly staying stimulated
living in a world
seemingly so simulated,
surely something we created
though we hate it by now
but we don't change it
or even attempt to rearrange shit
and don't know how..
"never too late"
but it seems to be now
fading faster and faster
coming closer and closer
the eternal exposure
 disclosing no destinies
  proposing no perfections
   eliminating expectations
pure imagination
 is what we're immersed in
forever
never better never worse
a blessing or a curse
the choice is yours
the meaning you create
though you probably hate to
 have that power in your hands
that responsibility,
it really is up to you.