on an island

        
       
       
    activated, awake; there's no literal earthquake; though everyday more or less, the earth shakes; chemical intake seems to be the way;        
       
       
    like a lab rat on an island amongst other islands that separate like the continents; the "pure" verses "poison" epidemic sweepstakes;        
       
       
 what really is a clean slate; we see "love"; we see "hate"; you're "drugged" in whether or not you want to participate; some would say it's about the level you vibrate;        
       
       
  it'll always be something "new", just wait; like the "virus flu updates"  
the "machine" needs "batteries" to generate a specific way the world populates....  
   
   
 the bottle and the screen shapes, the way one tends to escape; god knows; all these eyes seem to see, is a dangerous manipulating place; an "island" an individual mind, body, soul relates in ways only to separate in the end....  
   
   
 surroundings play a hand in if one's "journey" is "pleasant " along the way;  
if only a press of a button could create a better fate for the "human race";    
   
   
though together alone; together alone, till the final day....conditioning seems to always have the final say