Ugly future of my past is now,
As for the paradise – let’s forget…
clocks say what clocks do,
It is half past three with me.
The present can be described with figures,
they’re round and all around,
I admire those who see the beauty of lifetime algorithms,
My thoughts rhyme with your heartbeat
life-go(es)-rithm excites me
we can stop for some coffee for a while….