Zeros and Ones

This world runs on ones and zeroes, 

Decorated by smoke n' mirrors,

Mirrors; reflecting the hopes and fears.

Smoke; that’s the obstacles, the obstruction.

The tools used by self-destruction.

A reminder; this body is mine,

This temple is built just fine.

But all construction ends in due time.

At the number we expire

So for the moment I do what I damn well want, please or desire.

Cause I love to play with fire.

Know nothing that gets me higher.

It's not even the way it looks or dances,

I'm possessed by the touch, that feel,

The heat of chances, the burn of bad luck

And

The blisters that remind me that I heal. 

He said that’s what people do, 

We go off, on, off, on until the end of infinity,

Just like the two digits repeating. 

Zero and one, whole and none. 

Told me binary defined entirety 

But numbers don’t reside inside of me.

Like anyone else I’ve just got the message, the virus, the word

It’s been spoken, spat and spun

Rarely is it caught, got or heard. 

But I figured out why, he said figures fill up the skies

When I looked up and why did I spy with my little eye?

 Each night I see less star light

I remembered;

Stars light, Stars bright, first star I see tonight,

I wish I may I wish I might

Have the wish I wished that night,

The will to fight, the means to win

Give me childhood all over again,

So I can make the same mistakes twice,

Given the chance I’d make ‘em a third and a forth

Every time I scratch I increase in worth.

Though only given one birth,

One chance to play with flames like they’re stars ablaze

Before zero; the end of time,

Even the magic held by that nursery rhyme

Cant match the reason, time presses on and

That moment between is all we’re given

And at some points you’ll think you’re doing it wrong, 

Listen when I say carry on. 

Because even if the world can be represented 

by the two numbers he presented,

Time spent playing with fire is never regretted

You don’t forget it.