It's a habit forming activity of the new age,
Science can't even explain the ideas floating  in teenage brain.
Like a super nova blasting in the sky,
a mind so random each and every time.

Thin slicing this warped mind,
A figure  drinking wine in a lime light,
never ever ask a question from your past,
never ever create a formula that won't last.

I am a practitioner of an art you'll never see in a museum,
you'll never see with your eyes.

I am a deaf musician using deception and rhymes,

Even I.  .  .

Even I. . .

can dream if I go blind.