As we barrel into the singularity channel,
accept theres zero stopping it happening to travel.
In transit to telephone,
transpiritualistic senital being,
What have we been designing to seam,
What concoction, mashup or mein.
Fences and walls because of those balls,
because our youth
mostly learning in halls.
You know that nothing good,
Is filling up like others would.
We find our own place where god decide,
If were fortunate enough to continue alive.
The maths all there, the chemicals true,
Just scales of mass and no desire to rue.
The physics real yet benefits few.
Logics where our clouds our blue.