Gruntathon

First our boundaries we must know, Though they are wider than we dream, We live within the status-quo, And it is here we plot and scheme. Some plans are new when they are used, Born of quick imagination. Fools innocence, is it abused? Breeding callous degredation. Falling back upon strategies Thought up already is relaxing. Initiative we can sieze, Into a web of our own making. Cross-linked enough, they will not break, And something they may finally make.

We ride the silly, smiling train, Since vainly spinning travels to pain And humans of burden like static. We do things now by automatic, As strange things will program us, Carry our bodies from the fuss. What's new, of course, is worth a try. Since when has it mattered our mouths are dry? Aren't we moved by practised muscles?