“One”

Exponentially rising augments of society
Knowledge, power, specialized death
Postmodern fragments of a lost past
Voices from all directions
Visions arbitrarily passed on
Ideas digressing mankind
Old virtues lost, choices unfulfilled
Rampant lust, tomorrow unfulfilled
Imposed speech, forgotten tomorrow
Unfulfilled in its meaning
Frustrated definitions and fragile ideals
Changing with every breathe I take
Before death, I will find you
I thought I have
Waking up in your eyes
You already awake in mine
I took too long
And now you're gone
I miss your dormancy
But wait, I found it
I found you
This is the one
Together we conquer the badlands
Like comanche lovers crossed by thousands of shattered stars