I\'m a empty frame
waiting for the picture to
develop in your one hour
memory.
Still me being with you is like a sick game.
That I am stuck in the same charade, and
no one is to blame, yet we are links
to an endless chain.
In a systematic exchange
we can only give so much
before the cross we carry
completely totally eclipsed
what it is that we try find.
In this systematic exchange,
information in my head
0s and 1s and my mind\'s going
to explode with colors but it\'s
pale as the trees.