(What I remember from) Xerox PARC

As a child my Father would bring me along

To his place of work, where his lab coat he’d don

There were labs filled with lasers, silicon wafers galore

But it’s the simple things that I always adored

The taste of hot chocolate in styrofoam cups

Smelling dry-erase pens, smeared on white boards

Spinning in chairs until I got dizzy

No interest in systems, just being silly