Virtual Love

The illogicality of being stuck,

In the mud of love is enough,

To hide our traits and to buck,

The faces today are covered with false slough,

For the body we live for the body we die,

This addiction is far far

venomous than any snake,

For snake creep to the less and this fly high,

And yes, we say with a closed eye that we are awake,

Far far from frightening misfortune,

This rises above the sky and beyond the horizon,

Yet we like the man only when he is as the clown,

As we need a toy to entertain our abandon,

I'm not blaming this new kind of love,

If you are happy in this it's love,

But don't give your separation a funny name and shove,

All your little moments into a big pit so rough,

For all we require is a change and freedom,

From being tied up into a so-called relation,

And our rubbish actions are not abandoned,

Don't be so scared as you are a creation,

For all this, we need a flow to travel,

In the darkest dream and in real luminosity,

Be a change or create, but join each gravel,

That you find in the way to feel your intensity.