Yourself in a room full of white.
Nothing is there; no, nothing but light.
Creativity at its height.
Imagination you might.
Let's see what have other than the same plight.

A new game and fame?
A magazine and technology?
Let's not take a little time to appreciate Life.
You look down at yourself
And you think it's to take another selfie.

It's hard to show a new shine
No originality, just the same grind.
What if we could reset time?

For what?

I don't know
Not to save a life, but only for a bit of banter, no?

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