what, why, and who are we
dancing fools on renaissance stools
drunk on wine older than twine
still coasting on ancient revolutions
still boasting of ancient solutions
answer me this, mr. smith,
do you feel fulfilled, satisfied?
drinking bathwater of Newton that's long been dry?
ten fingers, ten toes, and unexplored souls
infinite expanse severely unknown
combine our eyesight and what do you have?
a pixel, a speck, a stagnant laugh.