Autostrad no. 2

Reality or fiction
it is a possibility
and I feel like the friction
in this disability.

I own a fracture
its a figment of my imagination
but it just lectures
for the lack of sanitation.

Borderlines are crossed
tossed into the air
They told me I lost
in the coast of our mind's share.


I sleep the days                                 
but I live the nights.
I see the rays
of the brand new lights.

Vice   -    Reads
Versa  -  The Same