Twenty second century culture stored in a cloud.
Mans full digital legacy voices spoken to nobody out loud.
A rock sculpture hand print behind a boot up binary shrouds.
Instruments destroyed future look back confused in darkness crowds.
Nothing left for generations hence to see, understand & be proud.
Stumbling upon pottery disk drives of a forgotten culture race.
Lacking all understanding of the full spectrum tools to try & keep pace.
Mankinds past technological endeavors are all now in dust.
Forged now forward in flesh with our accompanied cancer rust.
The lie, we are the best version of man to ever live.
Our lives now are stats counted, through lifes perenial siv.
We must learn from our past to try improve our time ahead.
The tools we need are all around us, to uncover before we dust down dead.
