Time

For to long we stood and watched
As it rushed away...
Cities turned to gray...
Try to move... It hasn't notched,
But neither can it stay...

Riding lines across the face,
Grinding stone
Without a moan,
Time will take away our grace...
And leave us here alone.

Will we drop without a fight?
We don't ask how,
Not even now,
When we will be without our light?
We can't allow...

We can't allow this to go on!
We will rise,
Not to demise,
Not to a world that soon is gone.
For we are wise!

The little time that we have left
We will hold,
And it will mold
Itself around our woe and bereft,
For it is gold.

Lets leave our marks in every place
On every rock
With every shock
So others might repeat our pace
And unlock...

For us it matters not right now...
For we will go,
But still bestow
Our humble legacy, if you'll allow,
For them to grow...

Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.

Evolution

Progress for the sake of progress... We evolve continuously, but at what price?

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We delude ourselves with the so called simplicity of the life we have created... We turn "want" into "need"... We managed to turn a luxury, a pleasurable activity, into a necessity...

Most of us can't even comprehend a life without a computer... Well, not without a computer... Without Internet...

And what irony to be writing this on the Internet...

Internet became a natural (not in real terms) extension to our bodies and minds... Soon a replacement...

Why bother remembering anything if the Internet can tell you what you forgot... Why leave the sanctity of your humble home to socialize if all that is a click away... Why bother living in reality if it's to streamline, to boring, to usual for you... Why be yourself if you can deceive the others with a face face you created on the Internet...

We don't hurry, we realize time is passing... We don't think, we Google... We don't speak our minds, we post...

We evolve and forget to be happy... We bury joy under a sea of bits... We are taught to seek love on the Internet... Life is speed, and we can't stop... We can't hide any longer... They seek us... Know us... See us... We are all identified...

We are to connected...

You can't say no... They won't let you believe...

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We are crushed if we dare to stop... Crushed under the weight of those who follow blindly... Walking in the line...

We are fooled into thinking there is no other way... We are deceived so we don't question this new wave...

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We need to log out of that illusion and back into reality...
Somebody needs to stop this invasion of bits...
Someone needs to teach us how to be truly happy once more...
Anyone...
Anybody...

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Vama Veche - Fericire



Just for you... A flicker of hope on the dark sea of the modern world... A world that forgot about the need to be happy... To be free... And replaced that need with a materialistic and egocentric need...
The hope that there still are people who would give all the technology in the world for one moment... Just one single moment of real happiness... And true love... And just have a true smile on there lips...

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Reboot

For years this soul has scarred itself raw
For internal wisdom and a mind in a flaw
Personal triumph to personal lost
The selling of mortals at the price of there cost.

These arts of mine from personal pain
I've nothing to lose, though nothing to gain
For these stories of mine fall on def ears
Personal trauma, the hopes and the fears.

A baring of soul is not needed these days
For there's more to this world, there's several ways
So burn it away and cast it aside
Our time will be swept away with the tide.

Cleanse yourself clean before mental decease
Let yourself not fall to your caprice
So leave it all behind if it burdens the soul
Try as you might, you will not gain control.

The weight of our baggage makes us crawl on our knees
As the last of our health we are forced now to squeeze
What do we need, and where will we go?
Nothing is necessary, that's all one need know.

Feel the dispersion of desire and of shame
It's the key to rebirth in a world slightly sane
We are what we are, part of a wicked machine
But I'll leave it behind to start something clean.