You have left that path behind
Your heavy shoulders
And could not imagine
How hard it was
Each step away.
When you dig into the novelty
Of the surrounding reality,
The old path sends a candid dove
Or a naive envelope
And the steepness you remember
Seems just a moment of transition
Spot the top taste,
Divide the deluding dichotomies,
To tell a tale of lucid technology.
Welcome the reader, put your tools on the table,
and paint your discoveries with only straight lines and rigid angles.
They will read it, they will reason it,
It will happen.