Our lives revolve around this object
This rectangle in our hands
It holds us together
Like tape holds that poster to the wall
The poster you don't even know why you have
When
Where
You even got it
But the tape holds it there
It will never fall
Always be there
Just like that rectangle
You don't really know why
when
Where
You got it
But your hand is like the wall
That rectangle
That phone is the poster
Always on the wall
Always in your hand
Our minds are the tape
Keeping the poster there
Keeping the phone in your hands
But if we remove that tape
Get our minds off the phone
The poster will fall
And under it is a whole new
Space
A new thinking space
Something even better can occur when you get off that rectangle
When you just take off the tape.
