and if I posted more, but had nothing to say, would you not come around, or would you walk away - there was once an honest song, that asked a simple thing, would you stand up and walk out on me if I did not sing?...

are we caged birds here in this world wide web
a mass of electrons beaming out of every head
and do our eyes see what is in the mind
or are we blinded by the words and images
moving on before we see, losing what we might find

what can be made of a minimalist impression
only the limits of imagination
a fantasy euphoria or indigestion
you create your every sensation

you see what you've come to see, you find what you're looking for
even if you don't want to find anything that pleases you
and I hope you find something to smile about when you knock on my door
for then I will know we seek similar things in what we do

so curl up with me now or go away
for this is all I am going to say
today.