Succubous

In a beautiful sea of whatever that is,
We are floating.
We are coping.
We are coming along.
A web of whatever that is,
Holding us.
We are hooked up.
We are downloading.
With the energy lines or whatever that is,
We are giving in.
Hear us giving up.
Now dangling along,
We are holding on.
Are we drowning or whatever?
Are we living or whatever?
Are we feeding off what's feeding us;
Are we starving or whatever?
If we do this long enough;
Will it be enough?
What you want of us,
Or whatever.
In this box,
Or whatever that is.
We call it our beautiful home or whatever.
And we upload our content,
We upload our lessons.
At the end of our rope,
Halfway down our own tether;
That's where we figure it out,
Or whatever this is.
ElizaBeth ARt
