Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Persevering when times get tough is necessary to succeed.
And everyone knows, doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity.
So, does that mean to be successful you need to be more than a bit touched?
See, it’s leaps in logic like that that show how I almost failed philosophy class.
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand