I'm fascinated with facts
In fact I own a sundry of knowledge to lay my feet on
The universe is my university
I read people by actions and mannerisms
Thinking in body language, speaking in tongues
Spitting game at sitting ducks
Sifting dry humor through stained gla** and aqueducts. Oddly enough
I'm building monoliths in each millisecond, lingering on concepts
Fingering the translucent fabric of what I've become
And how I strum the strings they dangle from
Creating webs in this lucid tantrum, tangent
Symbolizing this foolproof play I've staged since the invention of the information age
A modern man built of mics, modems and motherboards
Down by lore, allowing kids like me a reason to press record
Maintaining a pressing issue, although everything I have always known has been depressing
Since thoughts are limited by language, and our speech has been limited by our sight
And since all I known is sound and see is color, everything I understand is compared to everywhere I've fed off
Plan to be a sawed off in the rifle closet I learn in against flickering images of artificial light
Casting shadows unto the imprints of all I touch leaving imprints upon the populace
I've got further to learn than I've got to say
Furthermore, I'm never taking a step for granted
Nevertheless, I'm at odds with the fact that I'm just one character in a stage
Oddly enough, Designed to make it to the next page
All these scarlet letters on prying eyes sting better in dim times
Hummed sounds of crumbled paper find a nice comfortable warmth among
Closed lids, surrounded by reasons to tear, to burn, to flames
So that I may inhale the knowledge of those who slaved late nights
Lives transcribed to parchment now computer screens
I'm a widowmaker of insolence, wisdom and machine
Metal tongue is my extension cord
I'm the silhouette of a Silicon Valley cobra snake reaching for words to taste
Translate tangents, walking the outer limits of language
Un-average, against the grain, so everything I know has been slanted
We sometimes speak not knowing what shall be exposed
I've learned not to gauge intelligence by piece of paper, chunks of change, or the age of foes
Well lo and behold, my heart isn't in the right place
I wear it on my sleeve so I can press it to my white face
In this dry I heave every emotion contained in the Pandora's Box entitled "sole"
I extend my arm as an offering to read my palm
Shake my hand this helping hand this unseen hand
Thumbing through the margins, and bindings, and fabrics of the pumpkin head's now closing, and caving in
I am the light that draws your stare
I am the dark the absolute matter of air
I am positive flame engulfing literature
I am sure, I am raising my arms, and lowering my guard my brow
My 21 years of experience and evolution
Constantly increasing these soliloquies muted, eavesdropping on the professor
Learning from the professor, becoming the professor
This magnetic learned aggressor, this basic model learned imposter is becoming the professor, becoming and learning
I've got further to learn than I've got to say