Living a pixelated life,
not everything is clear.
I’m looking, searching, scrying
for deeper meaning.
Anything but the usual ‘queer’.
Soon I’ll be free
from this four-sided trap.
I’m scratching, pushing, pulling
just to get out.
I’m fed up and done with this crap.
Where is he that I’ll hold in my arms?
I want to unhook my brain
from these tube-fed farms.
One day the worlds will collide.
Pixel meets organic
and I’ll be me