mylizzardbrain
© per bronco karlsson

Any time any place
everything becomes unreal

I drift between worlds
and the worlds are made of glass

I´m human and I´m not
but most of all I´m spending time

playing games on planet Earth
for reasons I can´t see

When it´s time to go home
what was me and what was you?

Will the colors I see at night explain
what I can´t perceive through my lizzard brain?