Maybe you were looking for a cryptic
Way to ask
But writing it down makes it solid
So stop staring and say it
You can’t strip this down any further
Honesty is in two-tone grayscale
And this cursor keeps blinking
In and out of existence
Foot taps
Sweaty palms
And rolling eyes
All postpone the question
While my dreams are frozen
At zero degrees Kelvin
I’ll simply ask
Here we go
Shall we masturbate like monkeys
Or invent the wheel today?
