Fast Thought.

You slide into a stop.
To increase the interaction.
With one little smiley thing.
But once there another jumps the tape.
Interfusing with the beat.
Still, the Shit was too sharp
Told that Times are the Boarders.
So certain pleasures.
Are unattainable treasures.
While the days finally fell away.
So far so good.
Another stupid self-loaded bullet.
Seems to have sped right by.
Knock on Wood.
Not to mention the strange new flow.
Of unknown destination.
Shadowed light show.
It can make you a little unsure,
When you can suddenly like,
More than you thought you could.
It makes you wonder.
What else you can do.