The tracks lay unused like the old toys of a child
They pave a way to places built before innocence lost
And signal blissful ignorance that only bothers the mind of men
After all, have you ever seen a lion complaining about the lack of a direct line?
Or that their every whim isn’t catered for?
Instead the messes they create are useful
Benefit for longer than a day in the novel we call life
Life spans throughout history flicker like the pages of a book
They cease to mean anything except the imprint they left behind
And we’re sifting through their bins today
Just like the coyotes on a lions discarded carcass
So tell me who’s the most advanced.
– Little Ginge x