We are born time travelers,
Constantly drifting away,
Across a vast sea,
Of Time and Change.
We are resilient,
Taking every action to reach,
Across the Great Divide,
To shake hands with tradition.
We are restless,
Dreaming endlessly of somewhere else,
Sometime else,
To fill ourselves.
We are loyal,
Seeking truth in the lies,
We were told in lives before,
To question everything.
We are joyful,
Calling vinyl records and pipes our friends,
As we clench supercomputers and earbuds,
To drown out the sound of progress.
We are unsatisfied,
Claiming a lot in life that has passed away,
We stare at the past and genuflect
To respect the places we will never be.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
We are born time travelers,
Constantly drifting away,
Across a vast sea,
Of Time and Change.
We are resilient,
Taking every action to reach,
Across the Great Divide,
To shake hands with tradition.
We are restless,
Dreaming endlessly of somewhere else,
Sometime else,
To fill ourselves.
We are loyal,
Seeking truth in the lies,
We were told in lives before,
To question everything.
We are joyful,
Calling vinyl records and pipes our friends,
As we clench supercomputers and earbuds,
To drown out the sound of progress.
We are unsatisfied,
Claiming a lot in life that has passed away,
We stare at the past and genuflect
To respect the places we will never be.
