Multiple options from which to choose,
And yet so little time and so many queues.
Society's value is increasing tragically,
Waiting for no one in all of humanity.

So out of humanity, ideas are waiting,
Irrelevant of legality and timeless debating.
Into suspenseful secrecy,  
Of luscious gold greenery.

A rocker's transition,
A kite flier's toy.
For some a bad decision,
To remember to enjoy.

Chambers enclosing dark rooms of red,
Covered in green and filled with dread.
The only light-source, self-emitting gold,
From the yellowy cases of goods all sold.

Forestry cut down and replaced,
To supply fruit to the majority.
Yet as foul, it is showcased,
It is seen as a priority.

A life-long enterprise,
Of life-threatening reward.
One must never shut their eyes,
Without a hand on their sword.

Anonymous, we will remain,
Never in one time at any given place.
The world of humanity, our domain,
Unknown forever, without any trace.