Products
made by questionable skill,
Rewarded
with toxic sugar-coated pills
Terracotta engineered
to crumble
In the fight
for survival in the digitized jungle
The
conductor comes nowhere close to the notes of the song
As he
directs a million confident voices to sing along
Multitudes
of malleable, gullible minds
Presented
through partly closed blinds
Imagery that
may set some thinking wheels in motion
But subjects
them to years of pointless devotion
Boundaries
to questions, an apparent solution
Concealment
to prevent a testing revolution
Building up
to the grand finish, the ultimate illusion
Vanity soon
vanishing into excessive dilution
No finish
but just a new start, just one step up the stair
To a vantage
point into a world redefining what’s fair
On the
graph, more points plotted in the area of trepidation
Excess data
hinders the way to a feasible solution
The influx
continues of swarms presenting lofty, overvalued numbers
They know
they’re living in a lucid dream, but continue to slumber
The
grindstones loaded with inertia, moving apart, continue to turn
Waiting for
someone to learn what to learn and how to learn
