Jar full of Future

The heat of the earth beguiles the hairs on the nape of our chicken red necks
They stand like veterans; they stand like the mad waiting for death

No amount of raging wind can flatten our intent
To manipulate life
We all clamber to be the light
Dark matters not discussed as it’s not yet defined
We cannot see clearly through our egotistical eyes
We claimed a whole galaxy, now it circles in our minds
We claimed to be prosperous burning our time
We, we are like microbeams
Firing in vast quantities
Radiating the soil with our hungry economy
Our future is in bunkers and plants in a jar
All this was in fear of the feeling of azaar

They stand like veterans; they stand like the mad waiting for death