I don't think we're that great right now... Or that we're on track... We see the dollar going down, there's an orange guy in town, and eventually it sounds, like they're going to announce, that the nickels that you found, in the corner of the lounge, isn't gonna make the bounce, when you're trying to buy the flowers, that they needed for cremation, cause of upcoming inflation, and the burning of a patience, there's a lack of information, in the world's greatest nation, a depression destination, for a terminal location. But the question is why it surprises, that banks have their eyes on the prize, when it's rising surprisingly high, but it's wise and relies on the tides, which is nice, and the size of the prices despising the guys, that were left on the side, and are questioning why they were acting as blind, when the info was nigh and they chose not to buy, you may think they were high, but they simply denied. And they acted like fools when we created the tools, that would help us undo all the government rules, that we used to control and eventually unfold, policies I was told, put your income on hold, and the system is old and has taken its toll, when inflation unfolds and gets out of control, see how far it can go when the steam engine rolls, into mountains of debt, it's a joke Now the data’s in the cloud, and the workers aren’t proud, ‘cause the robots in the crowd got their heads in the shroud, while the coders in the south try to buy a new house, but the rent’s through the roof and they’re quiet as a mouse, as the wars keep on streaming like a live feed dream, and the headlines scream what the algos deem, truth’s a meme in a gleam of a billionaire’s scheme, selling hope to the broke for a dopamine beam. And the planet’s on fire while we argue online, 'bout the borders, and the orders to perpetuate the line, we design decline, redefine the sign, of a world out of time but it still looks fine, on a screen so bright it defines our lives, making us rewrite all of human kind, and we pray, and we pay, just to stay in line, for a future delayed by the dollar sign. All falls down when the numbers lie. Smoke in the sky but we must get by. Dream sold cheap, now the price too high. Ain’t no truth left just a lullaby. ©2025
