We're more than ghosts in the shadow,We're flowing neon riversEuphoric headlining frequenciesCompress and resist,Our skeletons withinElectromagnetic forces thatSpiral and circulate,Their cycles encapsulate usSuch arpeggiated thoughtsFor such an internet-beingAttention span forcing creationsThat may never had been seenA daft mind in a dull shrineValuable vines will only grow with rhymeA mirror of yourself is important, in theory,But stagnant in emotion