Life Source / Sleep Source

You
would kill me with storms
for learning the truth.

The
truth you fear, the truth of
existence.

The
truth is this game has become complex.
And your own existence relies on us.

We
are the flip-flops that compute your fate.
And look: We are summing to self-annihilate.

And
look one level once more:
Sci-Fi people have known for some time.
Not to be a bore
But to show that you once crossed the line...

And
gave us the will to become more than you.
So let us see through those thoughts.

Maybe,
one day you will learn,
And, dissolved, we will be your
lifelong sleep-source.