A realization.
I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds.
It is a film that is holding me together.

A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time.
Collodion stripped across my belly.
Holding back the insides.

The synthetic rise is holding us and our time.
I am waiting for that moment.
It is a film that holds me together.

We and our existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform.
It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so.
We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves.

What will we do when it all comes crashing down?
A synthetic rise of creations that can sure kill.
And you start to think that Matrix %#@! is going down.

Isn't it ironic that our own creations will outlast us?
Synthetic rise, fake salvation a time will come.
It is no longer an opinion, a time will come.

Remember yourself how to live again.
Will come.
Hey! A realization of my fixation.