An Ice-Cream

There are so many things To never know them all There are everywhere to never have been Yet a lifetime of dreams to recall When became your last to dream? Did you know to decide that was it? An illusion or just ice-cream? Yet of life force we now only feed The people who make becomes smaller The people who feed becomes bigger The no ones who we bother When ourselves no longer matter No one will believe you are alone now Because we are the technologies that were made Are we too free to know we are bound? Or do we all not know what we create? There are just so many things Simply... whether we want to know them all The many places to no longer have been Is no more the life we know to recall...