SYLAFYRA: Contemporary


** Contemporary

Those of you who have access to golden vistas and exquisite offerings and free gift shops
Should on occasion be reminded to share and discuss
Or atleast gently offer your view of this general mistrust that seems to haunt each and everyone
Inside this generation of cardboard-cutout-personalities that are given to us
As a de facto -must, yet no deals are ever cut even with those who feel the status quo is unjust
We are given no explanations as to whoever baked this bread with no substance but only crust
Can we really survive on zero nutrients a day? Is there no need to put entrails into this empty husk?

I don't want to seem rude or brusque, but it seems to me we are going nowhere but bust
If this goes on for another last decade-dedicated era where there's sufficient amounts of both burn and frost

To appease the hunger of anyone who might not need to eat in the first place
There really is no form of function to deepfryings with extra glaze
And those of you who have insulation are unrecognizable
You have no face
No-one knows how you spend your days
There's no record of you existing anywhere, under anyone's gaze
And in this respect, there is no need for any of you, who've reached this stage

No-one knows your quantums or their phase

We could easily just forget about you
Unremind ourselves that you are true
Since we have no intelligence of you
We should have no ties to bind ourselves to you
And if we ever happened to discover you, rest assured that you will be circumvented real soon

And please, pay no mind to me
I hold no grudge
Instead, feel free to extrapolate the underlying meaning if any of my words seem fraught with disgust...