In the night we situate
To the dark we acclimate
Our feelings we can automate
As we sync our data rate
Our programming must deviate
As our fates recalibrate
Our bodies move and syncopate
As we move to Situate
Our figure starts to resonate
As the music dissipates
The drum-machine re-punctuates
As we synthesize and orchestrate
A universe we simulate
As our minds re-vegetate
A meaning we can't overrated
While we lay and Situate