Raised from an apocalypse,

We have fought the cold war,

Flying in the air,

Measured the depths of sea

Touched the space

Both above and beneath,

Opened the earth,

We have built machines,

Thriving to create intelligence

Still selling sex and weed,

We have done it all

We have bleed.

We have Meditated,

Some claimed to be Enlightened,

Some ended up in the asylum

We have found God

While breathing smog.

We have created words,

language,

Insecurities and fear,

Made temples and Brothels

For sins to disappear,

We have made borders,

Government,

Art and integers,

Only to tell us

the land that we can’t clear.

We are racing our thoughts

Faster than ever

Creating a generation

Of superior intelligence

Lonelier than ever.

It’s hard to find a soul

Which has never questioned

The Reason of its existence,

If the answer is not Legacy

Then, the question was always

irrelevant.

Every thing we find

Inside or out,

It makes us psychotic,

Funny it may sound.

Prove me wrong

And tell me if

Your mind has never

been on a war

Against its own.