The meaning of purpose.

" The abandonment of purpose and the calibration of meaning
are the ultimate and final tensions of humanity."

Astounding amounts of unnoticed potential,
will never shift kinetically.
They'll be stuck in the four dimensional
kind of relativity.
Dancing in the sea of the experimental,
patterns formed so delicately.

I've heard some say there may be a few,
who found a way to shift.
I've a few that say they'll never trust that view,
humans aren't made to bear that gift.

Intriguing how they choose not to fight,
over such a silly little thing.
Instead they march into the night,
screaming "HONOR TO THE KING!!"
Their forces joined was quite the sight,
oh all the praises we did sing.

{T}