Trapped in a chip
I hear your voice
coming from the inside
you cant fit all in there
so grand you are
scaring to the bone
I want to seek you
taking it apart
you are getting stronger
can i find your body too
in this tiny piece of machinery
your voice is neat
are you doing it on purpose
let me dig deeper
and place screws aside
I come to the heart of it all
only to find you in the shower
© 2003-2005 Douwe Monsma