pixelated foxgloves

I'm uploading my consciousness to the internet as soon as I know I can

Every movie I ever loved is doing screenings in the sky above

I won't have to over-eat and feel like shit just because I can

And no more of this nagging back pain, no more answerless questions in my brain

And we'll fall asleep under microchip skies

Stars hardwired to reflect everything we know won't die

I'm uploading my consciousness to the internet as soon as I damn well can

No more blood dripping from my nose, no shoveling every time it snows

At my finger tips every fact or stat, no more fingertips, I guess there's that

We can make a server full of love, sit and look at the pixelated foxgloves