Aschatria - Poetry

It's over now,
you may chill in a box,
chill out and go with the flow,
who knows, who knows.
It's over now,
drop the line,
chill in a box,
lick it what seems so real,
who knows, who knows.

Are you real, are you a fake?
Who knows, who knows.
Just go down and chill in a box,
all hypnotised and outdone.