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The lyrics to a dream.

You plug it in,
The data flows and knows no bound,
You dance to a stream of numbers,
With your eyes closed, you become one.

Who are we but our senses,
Consciousness would remain,
But our input lets us live,
It lets us grow, it lets us be.

In a fantastical imitation
The ants did TCP/IP,
but it was us,
It was us that let it be.

So when you stop and dream
When you fade into the illusion that one day
We'll plug ourselves in for knowledge,
Realize that the words of Neo did just that.

As we grow into a model of our experiences,
Remember that our stream of emotions
is but a mimicry of the input we have seen before,
And that a single song can change it all and more.

Let the words transform you like before,
Let it grow you once more.

For that edge of glory, find my lady,
Or let Mackle tell you more
about the equality of ladies,
We really should let it be.

We intervene in the dreams of others,
Because two thousand years of telephone
Suddenly became the norm because we saw
two towers fall and said no more to sense in law.

Let music save us,
Let it bring us awe.


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Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x