As a slave to differential rotation,
you cannot escape before eons have passed
As a servant to progression's
motivation,
you won't leave until the future is the past
As a product of what we call inventions,
we cannot run before we can
walk
As a victim of a myriad of intentions,
we must learn to think before we talk
Swept in the circles of endless
repetition
Trapped in orbit around microscopic riddles
The answer's echo eliminates the question
Our unnatural nature keeps
rotating between two cradles
[Asgeir Mickelson, January 2006]
