Winging It

We can only base
all
of our tomorrows
on a future
we do not
clearly see
through the mists
of edited
competitive
intelligent
software
Though the mists
of deception
of a twisted
mountain
of information
that
those of us
who are to weak
to tired
worn down
becoming
to Lazy
to Think
Are We Not
just winging it
pining our hopes
on crippled wings
as we try to fly
into the sunrise
of a future
that we
as a people

Are Denied