Oh, but poor wanderer!
Stuck on a state of mental disarray, all you can hear is the chip's tune?
The horns are ringing, yet you willingly ignore them!
Are you positive of where you wish to go?
I don't believe we've even met yet, but our structural integrity is rotting!
Hear the geese! Hear their cry!
The flock is fleeing from you, left behind to rot!
And all you can do is cry!