Often blinded by the bright light

We seek solace in the realm of darkness

We’re comforted and pat ourselves on the back

Upon spotting company in that situation

Very few tune themselves and venture back

To face and embrace the brightness

Rest fade away in the shadows

Habitually grumpy and feeling deceivingly accepted

When there’s a loud noise

Our instant reaction is to close our ears

Maybe because we’re too busy

Silencing our inner voices already

The sensory input tools are only a handful

The processing power immense

For the input tools only processes data that is current or historic

Processor however can produce foresight depending on the quality of analysis

We’ve enhanced the RAM in our supposed input tools