The Lightning Borrower
Flip the switch on my back,
and I come alive.
My face shines with endless colors,
creating shapes and sounds to keep you entertained.
Lightning courses through my thin, metal veins,
and it keeps me alive.
But this energy is not mine.
No; I merely borrow it for a time.
So flip my plastic switch the opposite way now,
to watch my face turn black and cold.
For without that precious lightning
kindly shot into my silicon brain,
I die again.
And I wait for someone to flip my switch once more.
Flip the switch on my back,
and I come alive.
My face shines with endless colors,
creating shapes and sounds to keep you entertained.
Lightning courses through my thin, metal veins,
and it keeps me alive.
But this energy is not mine.
No; I merely borrow it for a time.
So flip my plastic switch the opposite way now,
to watch my face turn black and cold.
For without that precious lightning
kindly shot into my silicon brain,
I die again.
And I wait for someone to flip my switch once more.
