Glow but don't shine
A fuse for a blueprint and these devices my hands built.
These roads want the rain and my raincoat,
drown in a flash flood.

For we are alive,
given air and not used to Al Fresco.
Does the sun know that today I forgot the zeros and ones?
Told you to conquer the rush and on Sunday I remembered paper beats rock.
Reached a mile high if I reached a foot.

Leopard skin is not above or beyond him, he's no more a prince than a frog is.
This round road should not have shed for a witness
or taken bites to avenge us.

He's not above or beyond, no more a price than a frog, for we are alive.