Wired

We fill the air with noise
As we beg it go away
But the chaos is too poised,
And too petty your dismay

We tell ourselves we’re busy
It’s really just our fear
So we try to travel easy
With no destination clear…

Yet still we wander…
And still, we wander…

There always comes a point to which
You don’t know you contaminate
The cleanliness that is tomorrow’s
Ease, but now it’s your mistake

Just upon the simple thought that
You’ve a lack of tasks at hand,
Makes you apprehend your purpose;
Now you’re busy – just as planned.

And like robots we are wired
And it’s all on our accord
Our mourning fills the morning and
Our pastimes becomes chores
And we follow the instructions
And the day’s built step by step,
But nothing ever satisfies
‘Till we’ve worked and nothing’s left…

Yet still we work…
And still, we work…

Years turn into months
Into weeks, to days, to hours,
Now all we can do
Is watch our mind grow sour

Gears grinding, at a breakneck pace
On a schedule that can’t be replaced
Blood is pumping, but your body tires
And yet you work to your heart’s desire

We lose our sense of rhythm
As our youth runs out the door
And soon we start to ask
How long we’ve been working for

But like robots we’ve been wired
So like robots, we reset
To never ask questions about
Our factory presets
And now we’ve lost our energy
And then we’ll lose control
Soon we’ll fill the noise with air
And soon, we’ll breathe no more

For peace is not reality
And reality is not peaceful
‘Tis quite the shame that we’re to blame
For this unspoken evil.