Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

control
i am not in
millions of years
procreate
self warfare
ingrained like sand
once i see the line
i am lost
i begin to dig in
to fight the fight
that never ends
even if it means the end of us
expansion is written in our dna
we are spacefaring monkeys
which planet is next

who am i today
am i born
or manufactured
a terrible question
but one
needed to be asked

what is the present state of humanity
what is it that you wake up to
whose underpants are you wearing

well, at sunset
the sense of being a bit manufactured
tends to be more kind.
But soon
new questions arise

to shed ones leaves
and comtemplate
whats past
a new leaf
on the horizon
what is to benefit
who is to lose
does the world i you them
live in
make sense
in its workings
what should change
before the time of spring dawning
the seasons change
but do we
not likely
till we are born like the hapsburgs
too little too late