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...
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