The crumbling walls expose the rough edges
Of when remains spelled words
Particles of sentences that meant nothing
Shall we seat and wait? Or shall we dance to time's song?
Looking for meaning that which never existed,
Time passes us by and we're drunk with the sight
Of a crumbling world; destruction signifying beauty.

It isn't chance that defines the mind,
The limits expand but remain abstract;
An elusive concept that bring the powerful to tears.
It was all part of the Plan that followed the Fall.
Our stomachs' upset as smoke cannot substitute food;
Humanity's physicality piles up in the form of corpses.
Feed the eyes the unsettling picture of a world we choose to ignore

Malignant tumors spread to the joints
Immobile men we soon become; put the blindfolds on
A machine will **** us up--think now if it was all worth it?
Don't count on an apocalypse; don't thread on the past
We'll end up shallow, living a thousand lives. Lets toast to what is not destruction,
Nor an ending--just a fitting "something".

Is the sun bothering the eyes? Only the natural,
Only the real can cause that! Alas, it's all a dream,
An unfortunate taste of an alternate reality
Why do humans dream? It's a connection,
To a life hidden by unexplainable theorems.
The beautiful understanding of semantics
That truly brings no calmness after to this anxiety.