"Code"

I had a dream
But I thought it was a memory
I can feel myself floating
Nothing more heavenly

The black hole of death,
Euphoria, bliss,
Sunshine, emptiness
Heartbreaking loss of innocence

Then I knew it was over
I was so high, so hungover, but the news made me sober,
Like an unlucky clover,
A field of green at first glance pretty and clean,
At second glance weeds.

Pinpoint pupils and swollen forehead,
I feel myself slipping, I die in a forest.
Not in nature, a forest of code,
The trees are programmed, one and zero.

We are a pattern, our DNA math,
Our technology far too behind, no advance
Can remind us of what we once were in the past,
Machines built by gods, but not built to last.