As the depression overwhelms,
his ironies are out in the open
his social credit score drops,
though by just one point, it’s a great loss
suddenly he’s the weakest in the chain,
which instead implies that he’ll remain longer in the cage
this cage where the imagination needs research,
and it must not challenge the real notions
those notions which are rather blatant imaginations,
decided by a few, because rest are just blind
that blindness, where does it come from?
he’s blind to the fact that it’s the vision that infects from the outside
he splashes water on his face,
thinking that would wash these thoughts away
and so they do, they disappear,
no thanks to the water but a sound
of notification from his alter ego
Could be a Contender 