A transcending wheel of regrets

Sprouts forth wisps of choices. 
Which world shall you conquer? 
A directory of multiple screens,

Different routes, the same ending,

Where everything is really fake

But the enjoyment is surreally real. 
An unhappy fairytale, an enchanted traveler

Bestowed with the gears of the mind.

A clockwork so extensive,

It has gone digital 
Like a boy at the toy store,

He plays with what isn’t his,

A remote controller browsing fake realities. 
Films of futuristic memories

Resurface on calm waters.

A beautiful portrayal distorted by the ripples of time. 
One-time routines, impossible horrors, desired fantasies

Forged in the darkness of Helios

Shattered by glows of the god. 
A current future passing,

A thought remaining unexplored 
What could tonight’s dreams hold?