Cognitive dissonance, mental mentality
Dreams become idea fatalities
There are words we lose in sleep but not at rest
Crawling through cracks and crevices like incessant pests
But to use our words as weapons, to take up arms
In a world of the certain, we seek to do no harm
We are gears in the machines of our own making
Resetting with every breath we're taking
Click Clack Clung
The cogs in our mind begin to sing
As they turn and whirl, carrying injured egos on slings
Bio-machines in quiet hymns and hums
Creating greater wholes than their sums
Our products of beauty and possible destruction
But even from ash, we can practice reconstruction
Thus we may delight in what we make but also destroy
You'd be wise to see this as more than a ploy
It is in our nature to keep the wheels turning
To pursue knowledge with our questions burning
