Many dimensions, few see less than one

Many dimensions, few see less than one

Information every where

Maybe overkill

Some see the whole picture

Others choose no thinking or research

Just follow with blinders on

Simple thoughts turn abstract

Or the mind has become out of shape

Make the ravaged beautiful

Time has been set too late it’s taking too long

The jesters want to become sharks now

The kings want more

Peasants want to give them breaks

For a loaf of bread

Kings don’t share as stories go

If some can’t see panoramic

Look with your ears listen too more

If not then animals we are

Many dimensions, few see less than one