this world of left-brained, cubicle robots
scaling stairs and elevators
this world is made for those math problems
this world is made for science discoveries
this world is made for repetition,
those that wake up to do the same thing over and over and over and over and over
those that read others words and take them for granted.
No, this world is not made for us, us right brained, free-handed, free flowing souls
our world is confined into a smaller area,
yet much bigger than the world before us
our world has no limitations,
our world changes colours, changes shape, changes distance in miliseconds
our world is not made of anything, our world is made of everything
this right-brained world dreams and hopes
scaling walls with bright colours
our world is made for everything you can imagine
our world doesn't need paper to write songs,
brushes to paint pictures
cameras to take photos...
...but our world doesn't pay the bills
our world doesn't put food in our stomachs
and this world has no place for us
