We all need the same things beneath our feet
A fixed reality and air to breathe
Overseeing these pedestrian needs
Behind the shroud of comfort's cloud
Living out the last drop
Revel in the safe route
There's no restricting zealotry
Complacently directing dormancy
In theory none opposing
Affixed to a screen beware everything
Addicted to dreams in a strict routine
To disavow sounds high and proud
Turning down new know how
Not knowing how
Not knowing how
Not knowing how