Anamnesia

We all seem to have ate our brains upWe think this thing is intelligence than usDisregarding centuries of human evolutionWe’re paralyzed by the hypeYet the reality is a story untold The public is vulnerable to the narrative of the strong

It’s like we decided collectively that we would merge It’s this preparation of technocracies One day they’ll rent our brains back to usOne day for our intelligence we’ll be asked to pay taxesThat’s the day we’ll truly understand the value of intelligence The one we’ve consciously forfeited every possible right we have

Like human rights We forfeited our ability to thinkWe forfeited our ability to be Once again there are outliersThey call themselves divergent While the public falls asleep to the gas They are those who walk and think in silenceOnce again the poets speaksOf the realities that shall some day be in remembrance

The voices grow ever louderHype as such leads the wayThe whispers never make it to the outliersThey’re immune to the nitrous oxide of liarsWho call themselves thinkers, builders, And they sure will create a better world While creating the biggest one in their pockets

The discrepancies ever-growing Ever-apparentThe fight grows for our conscious attentionAs we voluntarily surrender our thoughts to the brothers and sisters aboveIn hopes of creating something greater than ourselves