If we won or if we’re losing
All depends on who you’re asking
Did this feed on the nonexistent
or omnipresent, ever resting

If you figured interactions,
human beings, relationships
Algorithmic. Symbols and numbers.
Repeating to the infinite.

I bet this caught you
Slightly bewildered
Shifted, splintered my perception of it
Sleeping giant
Knowledge arcana
All that we used to say I can’t recall

Put out our torches
Lay down our billy clubs
Let our keyboards gather dust
Cherish silence and introspection
Fairly new for every single one of us

It's interesting, what we were missing
It can't be pinned yet, that'll be history
Lost all ability to read the scenery
Took fixation and the staring down a reservoir we

typically reserve for those less fortunate
where ego turns to ash and heroes rise from it
For us to see, stow it away
For us to notice the ballet of day turning to

Night. S’pose there had to be something
Smashed through our heads
To remind it how it lies
Soil, water, bone and flesh spun through the sky

Tear the drywall from this room
Expose the rotted beams beneath
Turns out the whole thing was near collapsing
Just couldn’t feel it via 5 inch touchscreen

Say, is that literal fire and brimstone?
Sensing collective blueballed bloodlust
Ditched my status and I ditched my friends list
Social sabbatical to gain back self-trust

one day we'll look back
say "god, were we that fickle?"
the hive went vapid
got itself in a pickle, made the
bad seem better, the good seem miraculous
Paused inhibition, turned worriers spontaneous

Inspired graciousness and kindness
violent panic in the street
may take a lifetime to repair for some,
And for the rest, a couple weeks
The intoxication of our doom
The finest lesson and the greatest trick ever been pulled

and I, for one, now am certain that some things
Don’t make sense; aren’t worth pulling apart
Exist to put you back into the places where you are
So when you’re out on a Saturday night, you can find a moment’s quiet
To fade to black, before the crowd pulls you on back
As we fade to black now, ever pushing back

I pack into the seat of my car
With a new openness of the heart
Blow on the cartridge,
Refresh and recharge
Or the madness’ll blow you apart

THE END