There is never a time,
where i never know what was disturbing me or if am...

I can't believe wat i have become,
can't say even my faintest desire...

On to this river, i set my course,
amidst the howling and storming, i forged a path...

Our head filled with ideas.
from d analogue world to 0s and 1s...

Ages crawl past, the agric ages,
greatness has it heels hurt by our blazes...

The path zig zagged,
like a road carved on a puzzle...

I can feel charges pulsing my veins,
impulses striving to stay...

Creepy minds creeping, your thoughts; trepidated...
The latest, lately held for the latter, earthly...

Life flows, destinies fail,
time ticks, it looms...

I love you is what they'll say,
like dreams shattered...

Who will go back in time and summon those lost...
Who can go beyond time and tell us what d future...

Our spirits eaten by us as we become dictators,
Feigning uneven balance held by forceful will...