Blowin’ Through the Code

(in the voice of Bob Dylan)

Well I walked past the wires and the whirrin’ machines,
Where the doctors dream dreams in fluorescent routines,
And the code in the cell, it was hummin’ real low,
Like a freight train of fate in the undertow.

I asked the white coats, “Where’s it all goin’?”
They said, “The map’s in your blood and the wind keeps blowin’,”
But the wind don’t care and the strands don’t lie,
They just twist in the dark ‘neath the technocrat sky.

There’s a man in a tie with a genome plan,
Sayin’ who you are’s who you already am,
But the child in the alley with a spark in his eye
Ain’t buyin’ the script, and he’s learnin’ to fly.

Oh, mother of mercy, oh, father of sparks,
They’re countin’ the stars while they’re missin’ the marks—
‘Cause the code may bind and the clocks may spin,
But the soul plays jazz on a violin.

So I’ll ride that train through the silicon veil,
With a notebook heart and a thumb in the rail,
And I’ll sing of the code and the ones left behind,
And the truth that’s still hidin’ in the folds of the mind.