Dim Print…
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues until the conversation fades into nothingness…
A black void of pointless banter like a debate where there’s no winner
Rhetoricals like a tennis ball or ping-pong match that never ends
Background chatter… eyelids close… slumber…
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Fine…
I open my eyes and the dialog continues
Slurping down the dark sweet brew hoping the bitterness will bring relief, but it does not.
Substance whittled down like an old kook’s dead branch
The shavings fall to the earth and rot into insignificance
Such is life…
Getting on with the day, with dreams that the work will now still the mind
Clackity Clackity Clack on the keyboard…
the rhythmic sound provides beats for MC Left side and Right side to lay their rhymes down
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues
Until the tête-à-tête makes its way onto the screen itself
Frustrated, a third voice intervenes…
Why is there a right? Why is there a wrong?
Why do we continue this chat all day long?
For the love of all that is free, let’s just agree to disagree.
raise the roof in the veracity of the things that will be
silence… still psyche… embark on a mindtrip blissfully
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Dim Print…
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues until the conversation fades into nothingness…
A black void of pointless banter like a debate where there’s no winner
Rhetoricals like a tennis ball or ping-pong match that never ends
Background chatter… eyelids close… slumber…
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP snooze BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Fine…
I open my eyes and the dialog continues
Slurping down the dark sweet brew hoping the bitterness will bring relief, but it does not.
Substance whittled down like an old kook’s dead branch
The shavings fall to the earth and rot into insignificance
Such is life…
Getting on with the day, with dreams that the work will now still the mind
Clackity Clackity Clack on the keyboard…
the rhythmic sound provides beats for MC Left side and Right side to lay their rhymes down
Left side to right side… “Where’s the error?”
Right side to left… “What was right?”
And the back and forth and back and forth and back and forth continues
Until the tête-à-tête makes its way onto the screen itself
Frustrated, a third voice intervenes…
Why is there a right? Why is there a wrong?
Why do we continue this chat all day long?
For the love of all that is free, let’s just agree to disagree.
raise the roof in the veracity of the things that will be
silence… still psyche… embark on a mindtrip blissfully
