props to my life

everyone,

no one.

I am a prop in your life,

it is not true… but I do want your desire.
Props to my life,

I am one.

No one is more valuable, yet ¿what if everyone’s value is algorithmic mirroring?…

just kidding,

I am trying to put myself out of the box again.

Escaping the Matrix— delicate game.

I refuse, I refuse,

I refuse.

yeah whatever…

I am not God this time.

The prop that I use to play this life will never be that either.

yeah, okay.

The less I try, the more I am.

Put me out of the system,

take away my feed,

I am scared to be alone— but keep me off the game that a lot of people mindlessly play.