somehow we are the proof

working with words thirteen years old
and what if that was the chosen path
seeing dawn with different eyes now
seeing things I must have missed
reading words and they never missed
knew then know now not a rise and a fall
a beginning and an end didn't understand
it then in one moment message send
technological message in a bottle
the sea of invisible information
sent and received all day and night
dance with what could have never existed
only what was and is only moving forward
message received and returned
could feel the smile in the words
remember it while working with words
thirteen years old same sun then as now
and always will be closer than they will say
look to the dawn with these new eyes
creeping into lenses created not evolved
or designed and it might be a belief
but somehow we are the proof
believe what you want
we are all right...