as we advance, we fall back - progress a plague; addiction a screen hiding forgotten truth ignored with no recourse - we know no limits facts are rumors whispered on the wind; reality, truth is what we believe we've done this to ourselves; post-modern questions opening the door for invalid answers - we numb ourselves with harmonious songs condemning those who sing off key forgetting to ask why they know a different note - the disease is more the symptoms: want and greed we could be cured by enough if we could see past the screen to look back, to accept old truths, we might be sated
