Nodegel's sometimes gray and sometimes blue, sometimes
sometimes old and sometimes new.
says, as we all know
to dem bones
his daily view
of noders true
and noders false
their words that last, and are an ass.
sensei's wisdom doth then hie
the bad, back whence it came
to start anew, it trip in our view.
This game, not life, one that we all play
addicted souls, in every way
where time is now, and now, and now
and it’s never night and never day.