Sleeping Years (The)
The Shape of Things to Come
There's no falling back,It's a precision drive for common goals and hollow dronesWith the sound of motion in our skulls.I try to stop. I try to stop,Try to find myself in somethingBut it just flickers out. I remember shapes, I remember...We compass like old hands,Our communication sounds through knocks and needling,This jostling for ground,But movement must be kept for as long as we are chargedWe'll never fear the shape of things to come.I am built to cope;Everything that I am has been honed,And I never dream,I just close my eyes and static comes.
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