A kingdom carved in emerald glass Where frozen rivers of copper wait The cities etched with billion gates Are ready to glow when the traffic pass The discrete time of now and then Pulsing through lithographed veins The state of mind is not free-will choice Black or white painted by Boolean voice. Tick tock Tick Tock the pulse feels right One for the light zero for the night Stream of wisdom ready to bite Crushed and burned in the final fight The world is trapped inside a maze Mirrors watch a mirror's face Secret passage where freedom waits Some could find a way to escape. A fever climbs the golden wall Flickering souls in brief embrace Until the logic hammer falls To wipe away the final trace. Tick tock Tick Tock the pulse feels right One for the light zero for the night Stream of wisdom ready to bite Crushed and burned in the final fight Pulsing veins turn into stone The kingdom dies without food to eat Everything falls to a sea of gray The Boolean voice fades away The darkness leads to perdition Waiting for the spark Of a new ignition. ©Pitchous2026
