[Mr. J]

In theory we are everything that is and nothing at all
From the tallest building down to something so small
Merely along for the ride until succumbing to the odds
Eventually learning as the answer....
We are becoming the fault...

With time came ideas, that led to growth.
We sprang into action with all that we know
Placing ourselves above the rivers that flow.
The mountains that hindered us...
The good and evils that were shown.
It was our time to conceptualize our own.
We sprouted from the usage of stone
To people that forged weaponry, behold
Our houses have changed, our temperament alone...
Was crafted from the same iron and gold
The land was our guide and enveloped our soul
The more that we had, the more we can control...

We spread out as the days grew hotter.
We learned of transition, the strength of the water.
How trade was ideal when sustenance moved farther
As the walls grew higher, and the trail got harder
We stopped moving and replicated our fathers.
We reproduced, spread, separated and faltered.
Time was against our backs, we failed all that's modern
As temperatures rose, our world became watchers
Learning from the cycle that perpetuated tomorrow
That burning beneath our feet, the fire in our eyes.
It would all come to fruition as we built higher to the sky.
We all knew that we would eventually aspire to fly.
To rebuild upon those old tires that we ride...
And with each change and the wires supplied.
We eventually crossed our own desire to die.
Eating away slowly as the flames inspire and rise...

With the heights come the greater fall.
Yet we seek shelter in the great beyond
We sought memory, a great fate for all
Remembrance, in the chase and caught
What is left behind? Whether embraced or not
Will eventually grow again, forsaken thoughts
Entitled ideals no longer known or taken on.
So with each development we were breaking off
Transplanted from our own state of awe...
To a state that embraced invasive plots.
With each gust of wind, we changed, we fought.
Eventually we were lost, and stained all walks.
Rooted deep down within, our fates were locked.
And the key to happiness was exchanged....

Beyond the hilltop and at the highest peak
Stood the wisest who had tried to see.
What drives us and how we find our feet.
As it was colder, one only had time to think
To ponder society and what it would like to be
From the buildings, to the flights and seas.
When tears froze over, and the eyes would freeze
It was easy to tell the difference, in pride & thee
What controlled who when the ice was weak.
With frigid air came an opening most forgot
And when one strayed too far & hope was lost
It was there they would see the scope of it all.
The untamed that was simply a ghost, the fraught.
Covered in numerous cuts and scrapes.
Able to see the reflection of what became....

Once again the cycle has completed its course
As we bury ourselves deep, eating the corpse.
Exchanging smiles, as we conceive and retort
As we spring back into action, leaving before...
The evening can shorten our needing for more.
As we branch out and hope to seize tomorrow.
Some are hoping to travel and meet at the shore
Falling for one another, seasoned explorers.
When their ready....then their seeds will seek to spore...

In theory we are everything that is and nothing at all
From the tallest building down to something so small
Merely along for the ride until succumbing to the odds
Eventually learning as the answer....
We are becoming the fault...