It all winds up even
Like a summer evening
A sun set and a leeway
Zipping past on a highway
We take charge of our zodiac
Keeping checking if the photos intact
The frames set downwards
Packed away in cluttered drawers
We face onwards but move with caution
Hands out like handouts
We end up losing fear
Back pedal till the mind settles
We hear what we cannot kennel
The logic is in the middle
The way of the new brain process
The algorithm of a nest
Different genetic tests
And phonetic rests
Causes to the alarm for our bests
We need checks
But most importantly we need checks and balances
Talk heads with the fallace
They turn around and try to serve you malice
End of negotiations so just brand this
It’s like winters majestic
We turn on to be tepid
We surf long to be haptic
It’s like sleeping back to back
In a contract that ends in flack
The little contact in a livable stack
The little contact in a Pontiac
Left with a visit to the laundromat
The brief pockets in an unbeknownst
A leaf locked in
None we know