It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.
How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.
We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.
Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 12:19 PM UTC
It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.
How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.
We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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