The Small Print

The Mechanics Of Sight

Traveling through the circuits etched into the land,
We bipedal electrons meet up now and then.
We compete with light speed as the paths that we make
Become ever more tiny. There’s less time to take
To behold the components once more, then again,
And to seek out new pathways that may be more grand.

Mentally I am restless. I can’t concentrate
When I feel that my speed has severely slowed down.
I appear to move backwards, against the main flow.
Measurement indicates nothing new I should know.
This may prove that my senses may cause some to frown
And to want me to transfer from our solid state.

I remain optimistic no matter my speed.
Particles I’m acquainted with give me support
Throughout all of the journey if I so decide.
Forsaken they can’t be nor can they be denied
Their most vital existence. They rarely fall short
Of providing me insight and will to proceed.

I can deal with The Small Print better at a pace
That is kind to my comfort. I’ll then clearly read
What has been overwritten. Decipher I must
To recover and maintain an overall trust
In the network I’m part of. Assessment may lead
To my firmly believing I’m not in a race.

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