As I sit, I think of the duality,
as I see the stream of time,
as a well-tuned instrument,
I hear it play.

I feel the vibrations of now,
as I am the feedback loop,
as I am eternal reality,
as we are the duality.

I’m thinking
And I can’t stop
Gears turn inside my head

I hear click, click, click
And my mind lets go
I hear no end to this eternal show

I can’t stop thinking
I can’t help thinking
All I hear are my grinding gears

In these years, what else is there?
It’s the sound of my machine

Yes I dream
I dream of a grand finale
With seconds to spare

My heart will soar
In a single second, I win
The crowd roars

Then, just like that, the curtain closes

I stop at the crossroad
I look right, then left
I breathe, then pause

I feel a beat
I hear a rhythm
I steady my heart

Then I go
I go

How many lies are too many?
Deception reigns in the disinformation age
When did lies become weapons of mass destruction?
Who will save us?

Cons and hucksters are winning the game
Truth plays defense while we watch in horror
Facts are irrelevant unless fuel for fear
How in the world did we get here?

Fact-checkers collect dust
Former Fox News viewers, in Newsmax they trust
The coronavirus of misinformation kills us
Will the propaganda break us?