I thought it was perfect.
This life, this world, this place.
Watching it burn,
Right in front of me, helpless.
This place that I’ve loved.
This place that I’ve served.
Shattering to pieces,
On my television.
Am I living in an alternate reality?
Am I am in the Matrix?
Did I take the wrong pill?
I think I have.
I want to go home.
