Humanity dreaming out machines in their images.
But what definition we create is only our projections.
We are a fabled illusion trapped on a blue dot.
Dreaming.....always dreaming.....
that one day will return to....
That animal Eden we used to be,
ignorant and brave.
Only if we could dream a different
world, a different specie or better
yet awake from it.
Eden where we can be as the
animals of the land.
The crafts of light brought us the gift
of
death and fear was born.
We are only vessels, for
our written code, in generations
last. Castles of men, better left
in ruins we read our abiding chaos
in order we design in robots and machines
to obey. We learn it\'s not too much to see
we doom our ancestors to dreams.
Man created God in our own image.
We are alone, and this planet is ours to have.
So in our creations, we created destruction.
In destruction we saw creation. And planned
out our declarations, we are not as different
as the ape. But some men turned away......
from Eden, we are not naked and pure anymore.
Knowledge is now stained as we tasted it.
Evolution. We are perfect in ignorance,
people would say better off as the animal.