You track your way, predestined and assured
And you strive each day for the perfect trip to reach your goals
With an ease of mind and an airiness unloaded
You can run and find what your native script unfolds
All the time while you update your life
And emulate your new, surrounding world
As heteronomous as insects drawn by pheromones and light
Search and you will find
With nescience, not with science
Yourself, the flow of time
That's just the start of your life
You trace the signs, still unbiased and pristine
You pursue your line, no authority to intervene
Without fear to fail, without backup and plan b
Programmed to prevail within million subroutines
All the time you tirelessly process
And figure out the concept of your life
Sometime you'll learn those are just tiny bits of your perpetual quest
Search and you will find
With nescience, not with science
Yourself, the flow of time
That's just the start of your life
