Let people think what they will
And let yourself think what you want
A gauntlet of plastic will
melt into your hands
Glass stays strong only
Breaking into sand
Addicted to noise
Keeping my poise
as I walk among the intellects
And I suspect I’m in the right
Place the right time I’m
Laying down my rhyme
Letting the smoke drift and
My fingers twist around
A simulated keyboard
I’m only going forward
for that’s all that my tale
Has in store
To decrypt your dream
To make your own stream
And beam like a drones
LED light guiding you in the night
2:33PM 9/27/17