Complex equations

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