At the Whims

Countless and boundless
All knowing
Ebbing and flowing
Wast for no sake
Unconscionable con
Productive lives led
Without any trace
Of both feet standing firmly
In one's place
And not at the whims
We're out on the fringe
Making the best of this flight
Do you want it?
To shed your appetite?
Couldn't fool me

Prospect of what could be
Void and empty

Unprecedented unfolding
Out from their holdings
And into the fray
The rise and the fall
Of an empire
With this dying breath
Should be ashamed
With due respect
And out on your own
Without a cellphonе
Making mistakes on your way
Can you hack it, baby?
Day in, every day, day out
Can you hack it еvery day?

Prospect in front of me
Void and empty

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