gone to be sprayed by industrial sized water sprinkler

Rearranging thoughts you are having while moving through imaginary, engineered comfort spots. The subtle breeze of a tapestry tips you off and you find yourself inhaling softly. It's costly these days to dream like you did before you felt lost. Words put side by side, hoping to catch a rhyme, sleeping while there's daylight, drinking water at night, faking isn't taking, nay-say to "outside places" and "unknown faces." You say you don't know what is but there's nothing else to see ,smell, taste, or feel. If nothing's real, what makes everything so empty and why decides that how is unimportant. I lived inside a city's limits for most of my life, rarely taking time to see what else could be beyond distant buildings and highways. Now I am here. Here I am Now. Now here am I. Same face, different place in the same old space that doesn't seem so familiar anymore. With a simple life for my own standards, I make small moves every day, slightly impacting the giant world of today. There's a twisted circumstance waiting for me out here, and in there the circumstance sees me as a strangely freaked-out version of itself.