Where what we

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Where are we
What are we doing
Evolution or revolution
There is a line we dare not cross
A point where profit becomes loss
All the calculation made
The indications in the wind
As three witches might on the heath
The boiling stench arises of trouble
Can try and work your fate
Cannot avoid is postpone a reckoning
When all will end and days shall start
Projecting things yet to do
Carrion crows in my head
Salt and sand eyeballs grind
As activities do as painlessly to Time
Every waking quaking moment shakes
Thin sinew and weak heart of mind
As I wonder where are we
And what is it we do.