False Synethstesia

Chemical spikes
Neurons rewired
All empires
Crumble just the same

It's all one game
With infinite generations
Exist, perceive
Then back to the grave

But these perceptions
Do not happen to us
They have weight and shape
Substances reveal the truth

That we are all just children in front of tv screens
Taking in timeless patterns
And calling them new ones

As my thumb
And its weight press the 'I' key
I delve deeper and deeper into one man's psyche

And find only shapes
Some twisting, some turning, bending or at rest
Just the cortex of a primate at play

Play with me, won't you?