Am I flesh of your flesh 
& bone of your bone? 
or zeros and ones 
and definable code? 

Has the lid been opened? 
Must I enter in? 
To a box so small  
and so limit-ing? 

Seems the waft of knowledge 
like a heady mist 
makes my eyes go blind
and my insides twist 

Long ago there was garden 
and a simple way 
there was dirt on toes 
there were friends to play  

I am analog man 
In a digital world 
In a white noise breaker 
In a sea of curl