TV Remote

When is nothing, just a time of day
Twisting life, find a different way
Thoughts lost, darkness on time
Another day, if you don’t mind

Everything there, but is it hope
A purpose in life, press the remote
Mindless tripe, fodder to view
Men in white coats, coming for you

Take me away, reality has died
Nothing left, insanity has survived
Life in reverse, just wasting away
Do not pass Go, the end is today

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