Look ahead of you, on that pedestal

Atop, where the crystal prism cube rests

Locked with the key of armistice, you see.

Detach yourself, begin the connection.

Now unseal the cube. Let your soul be free.

Lights, colours, dance with your periphery

Music plays, a voice comes out to greet you.

“As your reward for letting objectives

Restrict passions, emotions, and feeling

I will grant you Model 2: Peace of Mind.

You will never think, nor ever assume,

And all your interests soon forgotten.”

But you closed that box, I watched you do it.

You turned your eyes, head back out of the camp

To the glistening spaceport dazed, confused.

With doubt in your eyes you look overhead

So you are not free, who cares? Not you.

No merchants to sell you a model life.