In Systematic Exchange

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.