2K Awe Tick

Our lungs are fighting the infected air we breathe

Linear and square forms fill our eyes?

Seconds, all at count

and we work on its rate trying to raise it's bound

so our trace would be found, we go

The initial quest, the reason,

lost thousands of years before

we gaze at our will to explore

Advanced calculations

of microscopic to macrocosmic figures

and a sixth sense occurs

And we seek unvarying truths

using artificial intelligence

to re-invent the rules

virtual perfection in constant variation

Still our instinct acts in symphony

our feelings, our cellular

constitution's memory waves

in their way

on their way

From a jungle to another we grew

but now our will to ignore is confused denial

Will we stand our pride?

Will we justify?

Will we form a union between reason and life?

Will we modify our path?

Will we end our task?

Will we give up the insanity that retains our past?

Will we end this chaotic play?

We're on our way?

Our way