Images appear before me
In all their colourful glory
Across a wide panoramic expanse
As if I’m looking outwards onto a vast desert plain
They can be changed at will
But is it my will or someone else’s?
They appear to repeat themselves
Over and over and over again
Regardless of whether they are changed or not
A multitude of sights and sounds
All repeating themselves over and over and over again
I’m fascinated and yet horrified at what I see
For what appears before me keeps calling out to me
I am chained to these images
Unable to see beyond what they want me to see
Will the knowledge that they impart change my life?
I never realized there are so many different types of cat food
Will they make me a home cook?
Do I really need all these wonderful products offered?
Why is everyone asking me to donate or invest my money?
Do people really act and speak to each other like that?
It is hard to distinguish which people are real or imaginary
The things they do, the things they see, the places they go to
Are foreign to me
They seem as though they are from some alternate reality
And they are the ones watching me
Am I the prisoner or are they my prisoners?
Regardless, we are both captive to each other