It is strange to me,
to see how far we've come,
yet at our peek we seek no more,
the land has been purged of simplicity,
and replaced with complexity.
The dreams are dreams no more,
It is strange to me,
how idealism is reality,
how reality is idealism,
It is strange to me,
how, once upon a time,
the land was barren and plain,
free of complexity,
but now crowded with creations and
accomplished misery.
It is strange to me,
the longing for a world simple and plain,
has become another fantasy in this mere game.
For once upon a time,
this world did exist, abounding in discoveries
and meaning.
and now...
It is strange to me...