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Sparks go flying

Pockets of atmosphere become solar systems

Floating on air

And we become more than we are

Thinking we have the answers

And the knowledge to decipher the stars

When we don’t even know how

To make peace instead of war



Where did our wisdom go

When did our hearts part from growth

And why can’t we recognize the truth



Rifle smoke

In patterns of pain and its language

Explodes

And we become less than we are

Finding ourselves having to barter

For the last clean drop of air to breathe

When all we know how

Is to create war instead of peace



Synthetic stars shooting across a synthetic sky

How quickly life goes sailing by

When you accept the limits of someone else’s life

And forget to live your own



There’s so little time

So little progress

So little time

Such plentiful mess



Where did our wisdom go

When did our hearts part from growth

And why can’t we recognize the truth