Wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know how to weave into my head,
and worm around until you found the thoughts and feelings,
the memories, the emotions, and all that makes me myself?
Wouldn't you like to know what strings you could pull,
to make me angry, make me strike out, make me fight,
or make me sad, make me cry out, make me duck away out of sight?
Would you care to find out what makes me happy?
Or what I feel when my hands fly from letter to letter
and put words on the screen faster then I could ever put them down
with pencil graphite on sheets of paper?
Do you want to learn how to push just the right buttons to make me dance?
Or would you rather learn what to push to make me break?
But then, you'd have to learn me, wouldn't you?
You would never dare to take the time for that.
I don't think you'd like to know.
Not at all.