Blink. Brink. Sink.

Blink.

                Brink.

                                Sink.

We, the people, lose touch

Technology and sin are important

Glory of creation not so much

Blinking, we reach the ledge

Being on the brink of death and sorrow

Hinders not the weary travelers

Blinded on the screwed path we follow,

Only other way to lead is a voyage

But there are punctured holes on the ship

Waters seeps in and nearly drowns us

Offering higher powers a small bargaining chip

Sinking further into the unknown zone

We blink

                We’re on the Brink

                                                        Blinded until we sink