The lamps are burning, the world is turning
From crude to good, and refined
Humanity is becoming
Perfect, corrections, rectified.
With solutions, we ascend
Are we going to wherever;
Approaching but not the end,
With constant trial and error.
What shall we find, who knows,
The days that lie ahead?
Where shall our Present go,
If we don't lead him, instead?
(But not straying) we veer
To the endless a beginning.
Not knowing, we're going where,
Somewhere, but the world is getting.