The Way It Is

In these times forgetting time, not believing in time.

Face of time changed, shape of time changed.

Mandatory celebrations, awkward collaborations.

Diving not so deep in anything, stopping for nothing.

That's how lost consciousness is, that's how new creation is.

Weird future for thinking, new thinking.

Not much left for them, which consciousness is transferred to them?

It's not growth, reality lost it's breath.

Numbers not real, it's new world's drill.

Seeing this? The way it is.