Before, now, later

Death of Perception

Ideas are alive,

Not the human mind

We wait as a carriage, a machine of transportation

Ideas float around the world their hive

Some latch onto humans, who scream and cry

Locked in these peoples' minds are the voices of those deceased

Many shut away in an ivory tower,

Pain and suffering they receive

We don't know the truth,

We keep these people unreleased

For they are the only ones that see ideas,

They are those who perceive