My cleanliness is obsessive, but not disorderly
My pessimism is hyperactive, but not deficient
Swinging my pen like a pendulum
But the idea that comes leaves too soon

Drag it on, as if drawing my feelings and emotions
into a cage where I may understand them again

Television is worse than people
But the computer is the people's voice
The Earth's wind being the voice of Earth
And yet so confounded by Earth's people