People always wish to see the future
In order to see if they will be
A loser
A begger
A chooser
So will we
Get to be what they want to see?
I don't see that fate for you, them, or me

We are confused as a society, history is a circle
Politicians and terrorists
Are the disciples
Of villains, bandits and the penniless
Why do we not try to break the trend,
Instead of advancing in sophistication and start over again?

It is unfortunate when even the smart are simple
When being backwoods is as common as a pimple
Or a dimple
Or a star in the sky
When the sons of current people are the sequel
And we share the similarity of forever proceeding to die
Without change in the circle
Without change in our ways
Without jumping the hurdles
Without altering our fates

If you get a crystal ball from that gypsy that is true
Here is what that ball will show to you
You will see either a backtracking of your life
With your child in it
Or darkness will overtake the light
And our world will stop spinning with it
Because our future is devoid of change
Everything will always basically be the same
Until all life has been exploded into the stars
Then there will be no reason to pursue your fame
But on this universe, our world will no longer be a painful scar.