Project Hibernation - Cronian

As soon as we held sceince key

Our thinking became infected

We tried to reclaim to cronian sea

Like infinitely wise we acted

But the sea conquered our toil

Still we knew it all

With egos firm as frozen soil

Our mastery began the poles fall

Like a dying season we fell asleep

Our sensibility desisted to grow

The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep

As we still bury our heads in the snow

We have to handle preparation before we summon erudition

Otherwise wthe world’s like glaze

Transparent, but a slippery derision

That covers the earthly maze

And we’re lost in haze

Alarm!

Alert!

Wake up from your (un)conscious

Adjust your soul to this colure’s frequency

We need a cessation of failing nunscious

And hibernation is a way to consult modesty

As the barren lands becomes grime

The biomes suffer by our torment

Cause we are insulated by time

Result: awake but dormant

Like a dying season we fell asleep

Our sensibility desisted to grow

The pit of stupudity seems ocean deep

As we still bury our heads in the snow

We need maturation of our capacity

Hibernation is a way to consult modesty