| Is it by design |
| To be unsatisfied? |
| It keeps the engine on |
| And the fire bright |
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| For centuries over centuries |
| We burn for more |
| Is hunger some kind of curse |
| Or a driving force? |
| I can't put my finger on |
| What we're driving towards |
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| Mile markers' set in place |
| Look back at all the progress we've made |
| Comfortable but not quite safe |
| Still so vulnerable |
| At the end of the day |
| We're speaking up |
| But death has the final say |
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| Future medicine |
| Could have saved her life |
| Or traded in her pain |
| For a gentler kind |
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| Breakthrough after breakthrough |
| I'm still surprised |
| The systems we built to help |
| Were so paralyzed |
| So many capable hands were tied |
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| Mile markers' set in place |
| Look back at all the progress we've made |
| Comfortable but we're not safe |
| Still so vulnerable |
| At the end of the day |
| We're speaking up |
| But death has the final say |
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| How much of my life |
| Will be illuminated by |
| The glow of a little screen |
| I'm hypnotized |
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| Headline after headline after headline |
| Of ceaseless brokenness |
| Were we made for this? |
| To make room, somehow, for the infinite |
| To drink the ocean in a single sip? |
|
| Mile markers' set in place |
| Look back at all the progress we've made |
| Comfortable but we're not safe |
| Still so vulnerable |
| At the end of the day |
| We're speaking up |
| But death has the final say |
|
| What if the fountain of youth |
| Is one step away? |
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