Life,
so far as we lived,
an endless distraction,
from the truth,
we fear to face.

Never taking up arms,
against our aggressors.
Choosing an alternative,
a pleasurable escape.

A moment of distraction.
Hard work,
there is no end to.
This sentence,
ours to fulfill.

Deep in the foxhole,
a struggle to exist,
without surrendering,
what it means to live.

No external mood enhancements.
No social commitments,
that demand ego’s involvement.

Just one’s disconnection,
to the avatar,
programmed in the now.