look around, we've all been crawling through our lives
like infants, too comforatle to stand on feet
wandering, searching for the perfect grey
no black {or white,} just the tradition of settling.
for years {and years,} comfortably doing nothing. No thing.
when's the last time you stopped to think:
how thin is the thread i hang from
is where i'm going where i came from
we process, {we consume,} we offer, {solutions-}
we try to simplify and only make it worse.
when will the problem be solved?
when will we ask the question?
for years {and years,} comfortably doing nothing. No thing.
when's the last time you stopped to think:
how thin is the thread i hang from
is where i'm going where i came from
it never ends.
we never began