Standing in the electric primordial pool
We feel the power of the currents swirling around us
"Eureka" we shout as a simple switch
Evolves into a thinking machine
It is the beginning of the end
Gone are the books, typewriters and games of the past
As we turn upstream
Against the current of complacency
Racing toward the elusive fountain of technology
Shedding our baggage as we go
Uncared for as it drifts slowly away
The stream narrows and the travelers become more few
The wellspring seems a beautiful thing
From the distance
But the forerunners can see
There isn't room for them all
The rest must turn back
And rejoin the current of complacency
It goes easier starting at the top
But now the stream seems blocked
With some of the refuse we left behind
Hardly recognizable as our own
Is it too late to restore the flow
When we are forced off the mountain