mechanical gadgets, countless drifting   mild vertigo, for 30 seconds   margins crumble, evoke an image   tapping in, the memory’s dimming      radiation, helps clear the conscience   restoration, is not an option   artificial, in the brain   a transmission provides a change      chorus:   those who won’t return & those who must stay   i just want an identity   i don’t know my composition   just give me some recognition      I CAN’T GO TO SLEEP!   my vision’s getting weak