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my eyes are clouded to every beam of light 
a sonic thought of cell towers
striking its distances unknown to the looker
a cyber thinker
it itches to my sight
of what we all have become 
cell phone to a  chatters
high to the ears frequencies
winking of the eyes of headaches felt
fingers to every scroll a numbness 

no time to look me in the eye
for a verse or two
well how the fuck are you 
too
we walk pass by in a hurry 
day by day a star to a buck 
coffee to taste  for a given smile 
positive to the brain ....you think
another and another 
and dont forget to smile 
welcome bye