A million years ago
a mission they set out on
a marvolously young earth
a maze of infinite possibility to unearth
in their numbers they dispatched
in thrillingly high hopes
stemming only from an internal desire
for a need to meet that something higher
for a thousand centuries, they would sore through the sky
for a reason unknown to those whom, where beneath, they lie
but they headed for the marble world
because their knowledge was limited
though an impossibly large lions heart carried them to infinity
but it didn’t, it didn’t have to
and your mind boggles, though I know you know as well as I do
that an evil phenomenon would lead them astray
and get their first, serpents
the powers know, this wasn’t their purpose
the protagonists know no better, distractions distract them
though I do sometimes wonder, what they were expecting
they think they found what they were searching for, yet it seems underwhelming
And when the fake marble worlds reveal their true colours, what then?
reds, yellows, this wasn’t the plan
confused, bestrayed, mislead by man
a natural creation that shall never meet its purpose
a night collects the woes never not listened to, ignored
the circle of life was cheated, we applaud
why do we own so much power? They say we were created in the image of the lord
brown remains smeared over my white bathroom
a minuscule fraction of time responsible for permanent destruction