The Connection

In a wire I control the flow.

As a switch you can think of me.

When I’m off I’m am running low,

when high I’m on you see.

Though an agreement that they made.

My up and downs form a code.

Information I’m known to trade,

and electronic form of road.

I go really fast up and down.

Data passes over my fiery connection.

It tells a processor what to shift around.

An electronic from of communication.

I hear and talk on the same line.

My protocols I have to use.

Data I pass a bit at a time.

Your thoughts I seldom lose.

A better system you cannot pick.

You know I never tire.

My exchange is really quick.

They call me the Fire Wire.