Mission Infinity

Dead beat job, few passions worth dying for
Marketing and sales, not worth lying for

Careers are jobs knitted on a rope

Travelling unknown lands, assessing our way through
Taking in the open air, cherishing the ravishing hue

Self-discovery is more divine than the pope

Burning rubber on tracks, without a fear in mind
Pushing forward every instance, never to press rewind

Spirits are all high on dope

Rolling down the windows, dissolving into void
Breathing like a human, living like a droid

Dreams are realities woven with hope

Divine intervention is not often, connected to divinity
The fruits of greed are rotten, humanity’s mission infinity