"Time is relative, Life is a relative, Play the interrogative, Pause the superlative, Yet we wont find a native, Who could put back us on a grid, Where we could re insert our desired digits, The rope of time is almighty's prime and we aint no Optimus prime, its Freezing, Just so in the night sky, who's moving stars or clouds, notion goes common, diminishing, The properties of our brains, or did we fell off the grid or we are just gimmicks, The one who thinks its philosophy, Surely needs a tip to tap in, While all I do is wrap in, Rap in the box, sent it, Yet not a single switch of play n pause seems to be in sync, I'd be a clown, taking frowns, eyebrows brown, imprisioned in to my own schism, someone put a tape on my mouth, 😅 "LIFE'S A MAC? CANT BE HACKED IN?" THIS IS KAELOMANIA... A KAELOPEDIA... A TRUE ORIGINAL... ©Akhil Kael "