For what I might do one day.
Though that is how it's expressed in my mind,
It can't be expressed any other way.
Sometimes what's thought of as the first step in a process,
Turns out to be the process itself.
Who am I kidding? The first step's the end of the journey.
It's never anything else.
We think back to those that existed before us,
And paved the way to our generation.
We think back and wonder how they survived at all,
Without weapons of mass destruction.
But it's alright,
Even though they lacked our capacity,
For disengagement from the situation they were in,
They did as well as us with their techonology.
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