Plotless courses in pointless lines
thoughtless forces act in frivolous times
portless ships lacking tackle and tact throw lines
Hopeless sailors searching for an age to live in time

An age of aggression and rebellion
An age of oppression and tyrant nations
An age of compassion and construction
An age of passion and affluent attractions

But time remains ageless and relentless
Freefall into the freeflow so senseless
No point to sail to nothing feels so restless
Charts and courses made, lines and paths on the formless

So many set sail forming a mass
Formlessness heaped upon formlessness
Overboard just as good as board overhead
To go down with your ship or jump to the next

Either way nothing gained and nothing lost
Just lost sailors with none to gain