Your mind is a unit and all values are set,
Where every condition waits to be met.
Your heart is a beat and all waves are discrete,
Where every symbol’s recorded on a worksheet.
Your unit is set, you listen to if:
If is your way, if is what you believe,
And if is your loop, and if is your brief,
If is your pattern, your main motif.
If is the pleasure and if is the pay,
If is the condition, and if makes you stay,
If is the pain and if is the bliss,
If is for something you’d like to miss.
Your mind is a unit and all values are grouped,
When every event goes like it is looped.
Your heart is a beat and all waves are disordered,
What a chaotic way of the code to be rerecorded.
Your unit is set, you listen to for:
For is your sense, for is your law.
And for is your meaning, and for is your aim,
For is your feeling substituted by claim.
For is the reason and for is the result,
For is the prison for what you assault.
For is for pain and for is for kiss,
For is for something you’d like to miss.
You are controlled
Because your heart is a self-learning machine,
You have a threshold
Due to your mind is set on its screen...