hybrids keep being created from other hybrids
and it's gotten to the point where no one knows where any of it originated from anymore
the filibustering has to cease at some point
but everyone keeps insisting on driving their point through the brains of children
until they're little reflections of what they wish they could be

past generations poison the future
like a stone fish
with filthy, algae covered spines
leaving pain and infection in everyone's lives
but time only teaches when death comes to mind

there has been dust filling in my footprints
and denying any point that i ever existed
holograms of things i thought true were short-circuited
and it's obvious to me now that all good things come to an end