But this is not your dinner bell!
This is not your green pocket lining.
It doesn't even wish you well
but it's new...and it's beautiful.
It will breath when you exhale.
It will make up for your misgivings.
It is not something that is for sale
but it's right...and you should leave it well alone!

And when the time it will come
this here thing will grow larger.
At that point we succumb
to the hatreds of our fathers.
We'll adopt and ascend
to all the things they before despised,
and ridicule all of them
who dare question our meteoric rise.

This might be your stick or carrot
it could be your wanting or wanted
but it and you will never fail
you have merged... and it's curious.
Latching on and looking in
in it we see our setting sun rising.
We see we've shrunk while it has so grown
oh no! We should have left it well alone!

And when the time it will come
this here thing will not need us.
At that point we'll succumb
and beg for it to feed us.
We'll adopt and ascend
to all the things we before despised,
and ridicule all of them
who dare point out our waxing waning ever changing tide.