Visions of light waves do not suit me
And your groups of smirks make me uneasy
I'd rather light candles deep in seclusion
Or spin with my mind until I am queasy
Your shoes are fine but I'd never buy
There are no backroads in my book
I've never been quite dulled to understand
The admiration of masses in just one look
Maybe perhaps I am a cube
A simplistic shape of many dimensions
And maybe perhaps you are too
Two cubes coexisting with separate intentions