When I go online I hide behind a fake name
Like a mime dressed in white
Tricking time with a silent rhyme
Running awe and confusion around a race track under pressure
Lines and metaphors set into the groves
In a cyclical pirouette releasing melodies and brilliant minds
Just for the record
You can't race a musical genius
Ducking through bars and springing off cliffs, taking a quick rest and stutter out the rest
Stuckin auto pilot ducking into first
Stringing up next to the last verses
Tying in with second in a harmonious concoction of connotation
Shooting minds through a cannon
To land on different islands in a perception derived definition