Recycling

Here, there, new wonders gently steal,
disguised distorted like moonlit seas
...and I see
you've taken all you need,
queue up, don't fear
there's mans new fortune here...you hear.

Song-birds, recycling, the same old tune,
Still you slave onwards, 'till all is used.
...tho' I'll see
you'll get the life you need,
queue up don't fear,
it's the man who brought you here...you hear.