Found this in my memories from a year ago. A rough day in 2020…
Blank it, wipe it clean. That drunkard dream of what it seemed. Eyes stare into the distance. See no hope for resistance. The entire species lost its mind. But not of the insane kind. That would require some kind of repeat. This time people have shown defeat. Not because they could not do. That part is definitely true. The thing that became such a waste. All because too much haste. Squandering that product people call time. That will unfortunately end this rhyme.
Electric Icarus Project 