Have we conquered time and space?
Are we masters of the human race...

Rampant confusion through dreams that cry
Tasteless diffusion causes me to sigh...

Opportunities often knock at our door
Those we have to choose to accept or ignore...

Once there was a prophet not so poetic
His poetic feet were actually pathetic...

Ethereal thoughts of the past encrypted
Other than those inherently scripted...

With no memories of molten ash
Where elements began to clash...

Into the court he came with an honorable strut
He ask for the truth, the whole truth, and noting...

In the sanity statistic
Is mental illness realistic...

What is all the fuss about?
I was just zoning out...

Teachers teach, preachers preach
A star is just beyond our reach...

We gazed at the orange sunset while we were still...
Without a single thought about how everything ends...

Empty cyber-spaces
lacking social graces...