We see the color but not the art
Drawing the black ink but end up
Seeing white empty link
Like a shadow of a tall man
Covering the light of day
It doesn't understand what you say
Mumbling words of swords
That struck the enemy but not the sentry
Pleasant like a demon
That doesn't make sense on the moon
Floating in thin air with no care
We all try to create a mark
A dot
But at the end we all miss the point