A trainer on the wall that screen

 cresh crash blesh
tanned face and no cigarette fire
These walls heat up with activity
people lift their desire

blicking flicking through a half written biography letters crawl
The last sentence brushes the present waiting for the next word to fall
I exit the place a giant having entered a dwarf
abandoned south found my north

Click clack crunch
authentic information through the screen
Lost a piece of you and a piece of me
A willy wonker stew you see

What does the world on all sides impose upon you
A heavenly soul trying to lift others