……But you can’t escape the past by lying, it seeps into things all around us, not to mention ourselves, you’ll just exist in a world of lies, pink and yellow flowers under dark skies, to truth you have lost all ties, the world has come, but not gone by, it’s the lies that slow our progression, our history has become our future, to it we say, it’s what roots you, I dare to dispute you, is history the soil for our future, or is awareness and moving with extreme care-ness, instead we hold on to lies, seemingly fearless as we move into a future that has already died, even our intellectuals are spellbound and lack imagination, they keep the knowledge kept like they’ve turned into masons, this isn’t a time to work on our patience; human entropy’s near, and it seems no one cares.