From "100 Concentric Dialectics of Eccentric Fish Antics".
I wonder, sometimes, how things might have been.
If certain choices were to be chosen again.
It's not regret that flows from this pen,
just an instant to analyse this new world we're in.
We plan for the future and learn from our past.
We know we need something if we plan to last.
Something needs doing and it needs doing fast.
Our natural resources are no longer so vast.
Before our desires had led to corrupt,
Nature provided a feast for each sup.
We're now trading these meals for a poisonous cup.
I'll just whine while I wait for us all to wake up.