I woke as from a daydream
High above the clouds
I listened as the wind cried out
It sang of human hubris
Illusions of control
Against a force that can't be
Slowed
And what's found in the riverbed
Speaks to what lies ahead
Everything
Everything
Comes back around in the end
Never really the end
And hopefulness holds us to high aspirations
While emptiness follows corrupt incantations
By governments
Looking out
For corporations
As we
Stand
Watching
I
I tried
To hold on to hope
For this future of ours
This is not who we are
This is just where we're at
This is
Polyanthroponomia
Nomia
