Little pixels on a little screen.
They're bright, they're blinding
little images that don't portray me.
No one can see the science in my veins.
No one can see the art in my hands.
No one can see the understanding in my eyes.
That little image is too plain.

Codes & numbers jumbled together,
defined & robotic.
The sharper, the crisper — All the better!
No one can hear the truth in my words.
No one can hear the joy in my laugh.
No one can hear the woe in my sobs.
That little image is absurd.

There's a certain way I walk,
there's a certain way I listen.
It's rather difficult to pick apart
my features & composition.
I have a lively spirit,
for a crown I have my mind.
But that still frame doesn't do justice
for my finger prints on time.