I took the exit door
And the fallaway floor 
Met me with open arms 
Does it ring any alarms
Or bells within you
Does it resound 
And do you know the sound 
Of home when the wind chimes 
Whisper silver on the rhymes 
That just come to you
And it’s not because I wanted to
That I write 
Put pen to paper and, alright,
There is an acquiescence
But it’s not the essence 
Of what I need to know 
It asks me so I let it flow 
Into words and ink
A digital way to think
Of who you are 
And every star
Burns with the same fusion
We call it light but the delusion 
Is that we know what exists 
But it’s all just time and space in the mists