I don’t believe in anything

Except the confusion,

And, sometimes…perception.

Ranting at or because of Facebook is like…I can’t even say.

But it has been said.

And I hope I can quietly change

And learn to better live…

But I hate going to sleep,

when there are pixels left to eat,

when there are pixels left to eat.

So I can’t stay long,

no I can’t stay long,

even though I promised,

even though I promised.

The are pixels left to eat,

there are pixels left to eat

and megabytes to go before I sleep.

And megabytes to go before I sleep.