Take off, little winged creature

It's nothing but teens in ravines

And antics on concrete down here

And are you really as free as all the great songs would have me believe?

Let me tell you why some day, Birdie, you're gonna envy me



Some dream of a world written in lines of code

Well, I hope they engineer out politics, romance, and edifice

Two outta three ain't bad



Some envision a state governed by laws of business

Merger and acquisition instead of violence or nations

Where do I sign up?



Take off, little winged creature

It's nothing but falling debris, strollers, and babies down here

And you may be up in the sky but our paradigms are just as deep and just as wide

What with all our best attempts at transcendence

Something's bound to take



Soon, we'll live in a global culture devoid of gender or race

There's just one tiny line:

You're either born behind

Or you're free to peek inside



Life as just narrative, metadata in aggregate

Where the enigma of humanity's wrapped up finally

That as they say is that



Oh, that day can't come soon enough

It'll be so glorious

When they finally find out what's bugging us