From A Loop Around The Sun, Vol. 1:

Peeking Out

When we lost the past, we lost the tree line

And we’re lost out in the open

With our gadgets, in our hurries

Oblivious. Just coping.

Distracted, from a pace

That would have horrified ancestors.

Veneer, shattered nostalgia

Worldwide, the present festers

And there really is no future,

And Johnny Rotten knew it.

His non-future is the present

That we could have saved, but blew it.

Sometimes it’s scarier to peek out of the rabbit hole.