The Same Games Repeated Countless Times

The same games repeated countless times until they
become "personality". Then I don't remember anymore
how to be creative invent ways to escape boredom and routine.
When I was a child I've set up my toys and created
my stories with more imagination.
Did the world lose all the great things?
Or did I lose the capacity to see new things?
No. We were transformed in ordered tools
that repeat the same incessant sound.
My games have repeated and they look
more and more like everything around.
Until the point I knew so little about myself
that I needed to turn on tv to know what to do.
Seeking satisfaction we arrested our senses.
We trade the pleasure in our bodies for the illusion of mind.