• Tick-tack, tick-tack, the typing of keys methodical as muscle memory continues its course.
    Your mind races from thought to thought as you lay it out on the ground, piecing everything,
    Putting it together and then breaking it apart once more due to fault or a new idea
    Emerging from that which you call a mind as your eyes flicker just as florescent lights do.
    Tick-tack, tick-tack, the mindless army of internet users create the impossibly similar.
    But the more that someone tries to explore the unknown an empire of clones drone on
    To dash that dream away into deep space and terrorize with monotone homophones.
    So here we the original stand, to reprimand those who hold our creativity in hand
    And attempt to crush it. So make 'em eat s**t and don't let up, so that defeat they will admit
    And this game they will quit.