We got the authentic alphabets,

We got the authentic isles.

We got the authentic innocence and issues. Measured miles.

I guess I call you treasure — (fresher?) On documented files.

Or did we split the icebergs 'neath the Earthsheets for all whiles?

Or did we split the icebergs 'bove the Earthsheets for all whiles?

I'd love to make a labyrinth,

For us to play again — A safe and online labyrinth, Where we enjoy as friends.

Like cadence, meter, rhythm, flow,

Coulance made amends — soft and slow.

Isn't it amazing how our poetricks can be?

Aren't we amazing, with our poetricks so free?

Amazement, it's just what it is. Emojis 'running' free.

That time they were emoticons, but now we play the Wii.

Just sometimes you&me. Just sometimes you&me.