I remember the talk of it
I dialed into the first world wide web
In school I learned on a computer to make my name repeat basically
There was so much talk of it
This generation that would be born with the internet
A unique thing no more
If we do well there are many ways to tell
The internet off at this point seems doom
if it was it would be a bad sign it seems to me
So accepting perhaps we don't do well
Intelligent seems best at exploitation
Strength mostly for destruction
The predator eats the sick and weak
Intelligence likes the big horns some how
But if we do well:
There will be my unique generation
Where x marks the spot between
What will be understood and talked about more
Our so I hope
In our generation we will have our answer
Something will give
The new generation coming to power
The old rune x
Crossroads
People found x because they couldn't decide who we were
It was a place holder
There intelligence of the crowd
We give the gift
Something emergent that will stay
Not the passing fancy
Two road meeting
We can work together
Or we can destroy our own biome
In the lifetime of a generation
There have been many times
Hopefully many more
Never like these
We are on our own and we shall see
Much worse already than it should be
No answer for Greta, but time still
This of all times and places
I would be in none other
To have a fight to win or lose in a human timescale
I appreciate two hundred million year old beaches
The treasure