Walking Home
By: Dot Matrix
....just another voice in the wired....
I'm sitting on a lonely staircase
On a friday afternoon,
Some might wonder about the world...
But I cannot.
How I can get to the nearest phone,
Is the wonder I seak.
To connect.
I've got e-mail I've got to send,
And the latest news to aquire.
The Knights are gone now,
I wonder who will rule...
I saw a girl yesterday.
Her face appered in the sky.
Everyone else walked by...
They don't look up,
Or gaze at the sky.
I had stopped to stare,
And everyone thought I was insane.
But there she was.
Theres no denying.
I think she might rule.
We have to have a leader.
maybe I'll join this time.
But only if she lives out side of time.
The Knights have...had a schedual.
A deadline.
I could of been topdog.
But no one likes my hours...
Three am to five am, best part of the day.
Or when ever I feel the Calling.
I wonder who she was?
That girl in the sky.
I'll go home now.
These steps are getting cold,
And the wind blows harder.
The wired is colder.
But I identify with the wired so I don't feel.
Down the side walk papers tumble in gusts of wind.
In the wired they could of been bits of information.
I get pushed home faster by those gusts too.
Or maybe I let myself get pulled by the Calling.
Maybe I'll pretend I'm not getting pulled
So I can feel normal,
Brace myself against the wind.
Stop and go slowly,
But then I feel the Calling...
And I know its not a childhood game,
When you've been Called since age five.
You know it's not pretend.
I hope that girl I saw rules.
Home.
A dreary house with meager flowers,
My room a crypt.
Dark, dreary, wind swept from fans,
Small glows from around the room.
Moniters, mother boards, speakers, wires,
A short lifetime of work.
Five of the main systems go on,
Trigered by my enterance.
Speakers slightly echo the start up voice.
"Welcome back, Miss Matrix, your afternoon tea will be ready in 3 minutes.
Press enter if you would like to abort the tea today. "
Something I had worked on for a few days
Fuels my exesistance for a few hours
"thank you, 17."
It wasn't nessisary to say that.
But it feet like I owe my systems something.
They bring me life, information and knowlage.
"Connect!"
Wired calls me faster today,
Maybe I might miss something,
If I'm not on now.
A face flickers accross the screens,
I blink, seeing the face in the clouds.
Can it be her?
No, hows that image showing up?
I've got security from here to space!
The image steadys and holds
Capturing my attention from the keyboard
It is her...
....just another voice in the wired....
Please review, I would like to think I'm at least connecting to someone out there in the wired.
By: Dot Matrix
....just another voice in the wired....
I'm sitting on a lonely staircase
On a friday afternoon,
Some might wonder about the world...
But I cannot.
How I can get to the nearest phone,
Is the wonder I seak.
To connect.
I've got e-mail I've got to send,
And the latest news to aquire.
The Knights are gone now,
I wonder who will rule...
I saw a girl yesterday.
Her face appered in the sky.
Everyone else walked by...
They don't look up,
Or gaze at the sky.
I had stopped to stare,
And everyone thought I was insane.
But there she was.
Theres no denying.
I think she might rule.
We have to have a leader.
maybe I'll join this time.
But only if she lives out side of time.
The Knights have...had a schedual.
A deadline.
I could of been topdog.
But no one likes my hours...
Three am to five am, best part of the day.
Or when ever I feel the Calling.
I wonder who she was?
That girl in the sky.
I'll go home now.
These steps are getting cold,
And the wind blows harder.
The wired is colder.
But I identify with the wired so I don't feel.
Down the side walk papers tumble in gusts of wind.
In the wired they could of been bits of information.
I get pushed home faster by those gusts too.
Or maybe I let myself get pulled by the Calling.
Maybe I'll pretend I'm not getting pulled
So I can feel normal,
Brace myself against the wind.
Stop and go slowly,
But then I feel the Calling...
And I know its not a childhood game,
When you've been Called since age five.
You know it's not pretend.
I hope that girl I saw rules.
Home.
A dreary house with meager flowers,
My room a crypt.
Dark, dreary, wind swept from fans,
Small glows from around the room.
Moniters, mother boards, speakers, wires,
A short lifetime of work.
Five of the main systems go on,
Trigered by my enterance.
Speakers slightly echo the start up voice.
"Welcome back, Miss Matrix, your afternoon tea will be ready in 3 minutes.
Press enter if you would like to abort the tea today. "
Something I had worked on for a few days
Fuels my exesistance for a few hours
"thank you, 17."
It wasn't nessisary to say that.
But it feet like I owe my systems something.
They bring me life, information and knowlage.
"Connect!"
Wired calls me faster today,
Maybe I might miss something,
If I'm not on now.
A face flickers accross the screens,
I blink, seeing the face in the clouds.
Can it be her?
No, hows that image showing up?
I've got security from here to space!
The image steadys and holds
Capturing my attention from the keyboard
It is her...
....just another voice in the wired....
Please review, I would like to think I'm at least connecting to someone out there in the wired.