Orphaned Spheres
John Samaras
Thoughts were never analog
But soon you’ll find the circuits blocked
It pushes through at a frequency
You’re losing count and pray it stops
The choice is never tough
No one gets hurt & no one wakes up
Both palms are read, do not disturb
My beautiful Slumber Belle
How many more spheres can you orphan?
It always reappears when you don’t expect it