The unbeliever, the irradical
Innovations are abominations
Our development an unseen possibility
It’s us, it’s our peril
It’s neither myself or them
But we’re still… Out of motion
Innovations; aliens do that
I’m viral… At least my mind
Uncontrollable thoughts stack up in there
My fear of the unseen… The unbelievable
They call it the unreal
Would we remain as such?
In our past right in the future?
As a tree with no fruit but seeds?