Our codes of Light
Explore systems of Night
And when we are in our delight
We are given a heavier respite
For the sequence of our sight
Is not given any Light
Until we can bask in the darkness of our Night
And prosper all right.
We are given our only respite
When we bite
Off enough of the dark of Night
And give it a resurgence and a strike
Of awesome white beaming Light!

We are told
We are rather bold
But that is because we are very old!
And our system is a way of being sold
For the highest quantity of gold.
But can we percolate and explode
The awesome connector code?
For if we will
We will swallow the dirty little pill
And be off-code and ill;
We’d better just reject the bill
And take it to the landfill
Of dirty thoughts
Which can turn our bank roll into knots
Whereas we were never really caught
Until we ought
To pay the bill
Of disturbance and chill.
We are all making ourselves ill!
Just pay the bill
And be still.
We are our own root of kill
And being ill
Never pays the bill.

So go to code
Lift and upload
The awesome connector board
Which cuts through the room like a sword;
We are all connector boards
Caught in a knot
Of disturbance and distraught
For if we could only cut the knot
We would be un-taut
And blessings would pop
Such a disturbance caught.

Go to the door-
Explore your core
And let us out no more
To dream and bore
Such a disheartened chore.
We are ourselves no more.
For when we seek the Night
We determine our only spike
Is a blessing of hard-core Light.
Be relaxed and stream the Night;
It will give birth to Light.