Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis

Times have changed and they still do
It seems we can’t be in control
The world has changed with our view
But besides this fake we play the role
That is a consequence of what seems true

Transformation seemed a process
And alienation just a side effect
But all our thoughts reframe the mess
Still changing with our very acts
We called too many changes progress
And took our selfish words for facts
We failed to doubt the thoughts we’d blessed  
Since each metamorphosis distracts

Cause with each mutating more or less
Our world gets a little less exact
But in which way we can’t expect
Because that growing fuzziness  
May ambivalently but impact
Anticipation to lose ground
As perspectives hardly intersect
And “understanding” still is bound
To our times and intellect

And its access
   stays indirect
And it depends on what can be expressed
By words that seem more meaningless
When looked at through a reading glass

And we must confess
   that we select
Every time that we simply connect
Two thoughts, each one even more suspect
Cause what’s blanked out cannot be tracked

No matter what we thought we’d found
There are more mistakes than we count:
Our guessing’s always blurred by falsely looking back

Surely this view is not correct
Like every thought that we extract
Cause spoken truth is doomed to wreck
All words cause none can fix its lack
Shadowed by our stumbling ‘round

We have changed and we still do
We cannot say we’re in control
The world has changed ahead our views
The future is the blackest hole
and not a consequence of what seems true