Diluted Spectrum Poem by Vincent Topp

Diluted Spectrum

Do you feel like a copy
A mass produced you
One of too many
Instead of one of too few
Do you feel like a promise
That never delivers on its tease
You want to stay invisible
Because the day never reflects what you can see

You're a perfectionist in a messy world
A real soul in a deep fake body
The world is a projection
We are the pixels
We are the light; We are the dark
We are the ones and we are the zeros
The shame and we are the glory
The ageing and the youthful
Too strange in this world of sameness
Too colourful in this diluted spectrum
We might share similar beginnings but the endings are alternate