Straight lines shape the hope that white
Has carefully formed into squares
Realigning the simplistic sight
Accepting the almost-there’s
As if life were based on a single click
And all else was an escape to far away
The answer would come in the tick
Of keys and clocks with so much to say
The path we take requires an easy task
Just push, hold and release
For anymore you need not even ask
A touch and the normalcy of now can cease
Take the jump and we can soar
Off to places we never did before
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