i dream of you, can we be one?

i lost you to many idols, i should know when they touch skin not heart and yet it feel real, when reality has fallen because today we are all acting no longer free to choose when it is obvious what a choice would be because the other side appeals not to spirit or flesh, dismal. nod, you are right, as always i must give in, to greater good. i am cursed, a something born should not have been. i am me, wanting to be you and the stretch is infinity though you nod as in all of this is all quite normal. wait. cry. no matter for the stories can always be retold and the judges and juries carry their lenses you already thought them out and made predictions, could be a seer! seer, bringing down my past, me, future, present into this dot gone wild, bid, universe expanding or constracting or ai telling me what i should be, how can i ? i no longer believe, nor trust this human heart that morphs into electric wires still replicating you, you, you and it the story was retold you say it is me, me, me fair is fair isn't it? all told to a kid still wanting paradise bit a hint of hypocrisy those tools are not developed yet. yes. i admit truth. curse me then. that the tools of growth, i raise hell upon because it took away my heaven, your heaven and we both live in this lie now. of earth, i too look at you and smile. your smile. painted on my face, we both know the game, and inside dead. never mind all that, stories go on.