Bits

BITS The world we have today is built upon what no one's ever touched or even seen much like the faith that some think's nearly gone it make's the world go round, just like it's been, it's in a time that's neither night nor day the very basis of simplicity it's on or off, there is no other way, it's black or white, there are no shades to see; it's something or it's nothing, naught or one, and lives in its own time, of cyberspace; the distance in between what's dead and gone and what we're coming to, the hyperrace. There are no limits to what we can be, until they're all turned off, and then we'll see. © ron wilson