has the light gone out for you?

"Because the light's gone out for me.
This is the 21st Century.
This is the 21st Century."

When free will is but an ideal,
A plaything you've dabbled your finger in,
To each his own
Prison cell of perception.

...

It's a matter of the mind:
train me like a dog.
Alarm bells
I anticipate at the opening
of a door.

like a hamster on its plaything

He would wallow in what
he had already showed.
He never ran out of material.

...

There is nothing there.
I have looked.
Oh! how many times
before I have looked .