I probably shouldn't let the sugars on my teeth sit
Not to wonder the other side till I breach it
This time is data deflection while I stick
My hands to my side and mumble kick baby kick
The DSL modem was a straight non starter
I wish the local ISP would try a little harder
A lyric sheet with a rough draft crayon doodle
Guides this new age digital reflection noodle
Life trajectory similar to the carpet floor
Accumulate dirt and don't feel soft anymore
The bruises don't heal to normal quite as quickly
Feeling rather inactive and presenting more sickly
Fictionally I'm at the absolute top of my game
Reality hit my peak stride in the fifth grade
Pantomime my metaphors of changing gears
As I quietly take inventory of my fears
Back to reality remember the law determines
Cultivate the wild into sour while it ferments
The social retiring of my brain maybe permanent
Always down to enter a duel monsters tournament
Bit rate review subconscious compensation
The distance between the one and zero relation