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As a slave to differential rotation, |
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you cannot escape before eons have passed |
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As a servant to progression's motivation, |
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you won't leave until the future is the past |
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As a product of what we call inventions, |
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we cannot run before we can walk |
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As a victim of a myriad of intentions, |
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we must learn to think before we talk |
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Swept in the circles of endless repetition |
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Trapped in orbit around microscopic riddles |
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The answer's echo eliminates the question |
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Our unnatural nature keeps rotating between two cradles |
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(Asgeir Mickelson, January 2006) |