Inconsequentially manifested
Proliferated; undefined, and unattested
Regurgitated, made to be insanity
-indeed- a redigested infrastructure
cannot save humanity
We have to be a family
To make our own prosperity
be proud to be what you refuse to see in you and me
And I can't breathe,
it's overwhelming to believe
what we achieve without further discretion,
no obvious direction,
time showing a reflection of infection
or a massacre or maybe just old age
but when we age we get weaker
and feel deeper
think we were more before
but I can see what we become
is an example of our past.

Who makes you who you are if you're always changing?
And where would you be without yourself?
What comes after death?
And is there a heaven or hell?
Or just a system of realities which are constantly rearranging?
And is there god?
What is the mind, and what are the odds that we exist as such intelligent creatures?
And what does life teach?
How do you define importance?
What does waging war solve?
There really are no answers; even while we're curing cancer countless lives are being lost.
And at what cost?
And where's the man in charge of all the death?
Where's my cut of the check?
Where are these dreams I was promised?