Something in the

I suppose it's something in the wind
or maybe it's something in the rain
perhaps it's even something in the air
some say it's something in the sea

No matter the outcome
her money will always be on the mist

The Hat

Put on the busy-guy hat
while the bleeps and bloops zoom by
Walk in the rhythm that was agreed upon
stretch out your back or hit the pavement
I can taste the metal in the air
and if you somehow bump into someone it is always their fault

That's what the news told me today.

The Mouse

Bleeps and bloops
loud fingers on a the keyboard
or maybe it's just the keys
While the mouse is as quiet as ever
just like the real ones.
You only ever hear a click or two.
The keyboard can't stop.
Though I've dreamt of stopping.