Atari

Why do we live in illusion?
We follow smoke into space every time
We feel a minor intrusion;
We need to bury the panic alive.
Because the fire,the fire can wait
As we get higher and higher
To escape it.
It's getting better, whatever we take.
We're nearly dying but we're wide awake.
Why don't we fear a conclusion?
How does it wait at the back of our minds?
When did we find a solution?
How did we banish the thought from our lives?
Why is ascending correctly
All that we've managed to do with our time?
Back down to earth
Who pulled the rug from under me?
Maxed out, rebirthed,
Prodigal sons apology...