Rosetta

Have you ever looked into the mirror

and wondered there is no way

you can know your real self, Rosetta?

Not the reflected rays of light

falling upon your eye-sight.

Not the senseless digital replications

which, every time, fails to capture your interbred offspring

of genuine happiness in fear of linear progress of time.

Have you ever felt the space and intellect you occupy

belong to a body-permeable singularity across the Universe, Rosetta?

You will feel bitter and miserable, Rosetta,

when you see all of us had been, is and, will be

Oppressed by the Iron Fist of the privileged Government or a homogenous technologically advanced group for-----ever

The day when you learn that people you once thought great are just

humanoids who have gone through cerebrum implant,

You will question your existence, Rosetta;

You will suddenly be under the palpable waves of nothingness, Rosetta;

You will now feel marginal

and want to escape to a place

where your liberty is guaranteed

but you cannot find such place on earth, Rosetta;

You will try to recover yourself from

these relentless fingers of self-remorse when you see or hear things

that remind you of yourself, Rosetta.

Without your consent, they will have countless operations on your mind-brain

and say, "You will be fine"

You were not and you are not, Rosetta

You will talk, talk, talk and all talk, Rosetta

Until the day they make a tomb for you and leave you alone, cold, all sad.