today i'm young and strong
a mythical giant in a siren song
letting knuckles break over my skull
the powerful rise as the weak ones fall

i come to a page filled with c++ code
written for planning the movement of a networking node
written on a late night out of a fearless heart
documented so poorly that it's hard to know where to start

i walk over to the kitchen with a cuban cigar
my brother bought it in mexico, which these days seems awful far
stand waiting for a doorbell ring from a long lost friend
wondering just what to do with my dangling left hand

work is waiting, women ran out
vodka is baiting, neurotic sperm gather in doubt
cell phone is turned off, the internet too
i'm a drifter hiding from rain in a 50's telephone booth