Non-Vision

Standing as a spectator watching it all unfold.
What I see is not carved in stone like commandmants of old.
Choices are prevalent if we look past the skin.
Refusing to pause will be what does us in.

Winding through the endless halls of cages we did cement.
Each one of these capsules has its bars bent.
For man insists on breaking out of its confines.
Except when they are self-imposed and then we call them kind.

But why is that a solution?
And where is the contribution?
Cause our time is running short.
Too little action might leave us drowning the word abort.
Spin the wheel one final time.

Sailing on the open ocean with wind in our hair.
Look around at the water with nothing but a stare.
Fear grips at your chest as you realise no time is left.
All of our advances have been in pursuit of ignoring this internal theft.

But why is that a solution?
And where is the contribution?
Cause our time is running short.
Too little action might leave us drowning the word abort.
Spin the wheel one final time.

Mirror on the mighty stone carved wall,
What remains will kill us in the fall.
Abandon faith in what can’t be fixed.
This revolution might be mixed.
A passion project bathed in blood.
Not something that is understood.
Moments from a bygone era.
Each day does not get clearer.
So why fight against the flood?
Instead we should rid atop driftwood.
Seek a path that won’t bring disaster.
Otherwise we’ll just sink so much faster.
Its been said before but must be announced again.
Our system is what must do the changing.