Later years
Could be happy
Could give up
Could rest
Could be productive
When that time comes
Invest in peace and security.

Birth of revolutions
Develops internally
Used to start with steel
Now, it starts with discourse

Skillfully
Looks are lovelier
With dazzling humanity

Doomsday predictions
All the possibilities are fiction
Yet I fear for the day
When one rings true

Conceptual conspiracies
Originate with hate and distrust
For when something is important
No coincidence, a planned event
No accidents, a coordinated fight
Once something lives in mystery
It will forever be tied to history
As a legacy

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Just a coat of paint
On the same outdated structure

Locations crafted by humanity
Fit one time
One function
Hence why we get uncomfortable
At a quiet school
An empty mall
If it's the exact same-
Why does it make us feel small?