Bismarck

The filling in between

The crazies and extremes

Reasoning seems dead

A waste of my Grandfather’s land

The clouds close in and worse

Mass intelligence is dead

Modern times are a disease

Eyes and ears should be disgarded

Growing pains are an achilles heal

Breaking clocks and watches for sanity

If we cannot rely on science and logic

We are on our own and rabid wolves arise

Hope is an empty word

Hope is a lonely place

A bridge needs to be built

By the filling in between

Thought bubbles

and visions might divide us

But our compass is complete

Science and a logic alligned

Represents the filling in between