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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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