trying every door
looking for the places i used to explore
wishing there was more than a whisper
to hear
from the ones so dear to my heart
it was more than a network
of wires and fuses
it was more than the net worth
of a thousand jacuzzis
it was a hand in the darkness
that guided my muse
down paths the old me would never have used
pushing me past the steel gears and
electric beams
into a memory of discovery and dreams
(know)
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