Call it our nature or call it what you willnAutomatic, trapped in the undercurrentnPresumed an unstoppable forcenThrough the ages spilled onto pagesnShine on you nonbelievers nYou can call it colossal upheavalnWhen we wake up from our induced slumbernThey can try, but they can’t conquer us all!nCompelling evidence out in the opennThere’s not even anybody to hide it fromnWhat it looks like on the outside constantly reflectsnHow we perceive it and it’s not always what you thinknKnee deep in the belly of the beast offering us nAnother cut-rate version of your dream come truen