This sonnet is about escaping pains of disease through modern technology.
Today I find hope for there is a chance
within my lifetime I might find escape;
for the body’s a boil that I hope to lance
and the mind is a place that I will reshape.
The highs, the lows and depletion of hope
will all fade away like dreams of the past.
Thanks to modern technological scope,
I might find peace in a digital cast.
The organs that fails won’t be of concern
nor the daily dread of losing one’s eyes.
Finally mankind takes another turn
releasing the grip on physical ties.
And if reality ends up just a tether
I’ll cut that cord too for anything’s better.