In the maze of conduits of wires, tubes, technological soup
The faith given is based upon the return upon new dreams
Humans are never satisfied as they hunger for new stimuli
We seem to fear we'll become trapped in some time loop
Where we never escape the boundary of flesh or screens
Each being is spiritual, not physical, change is our war cry
Polished steel, fibers, wires, circuits and more technology
Cannot be the replacement for biological life and existence
However much we might amend our personal mythologies
Our lives are deepened, find worth in constant persistence
Not in any technological advance, nor modern pathology
Our lives are our own, assisted by or ignored by modernity
The faith given is based upon the return upon new dreams
Humans are never satisfied as they hunger for new stimuli
We seem to fear we'll become trapped in some time loop
Where we never escape the boundary of flesh or screens
Each being is spiritual, not physical, change is our war cry
Polished steel, fibers, wires, circuits and more technology
Cannot be the replacement for biological life and existence
However much we might amend our personal mythologies
Our lives are deepened, find worth in constant persistence
Not in any technological advance, nor modern pathology
Our lives are our own, assisted by or ignored by modernity
