But all of that aside
A summit remains
Lodged in the clouds
Of our good intentions

A system before its age
Bubbles reality around us
Transforming interactions
Broadening our horizons

Room to avoid collision
Interruption to momentum
Counter-productive resonance
Confusing the effervescence

Rates increase exponentially
Rendering analysis futile
Constants change constantly
And matter becomes waves

Either we know what is
Or we know what isn’t
Like cake on your butter
There’s money to be had

Even the past slips away
Leaving us über stranded
Counting horses arriving
Fast and with consequence