The Tip of the Iceberg

Scratch the surface
No urge to peek beneath it
Capture the moment
That's all there is to it

Create the infrastructure
Inaugurate the roads, boast at the polls
Leave it at the mercy of users and weather
Then patch up the top and fill the potholes

Just the tip, go on, then
Derive your perceived satisfaction
Return again and more
Oh, those inconsistent laws of attraction

You take the plunge, decide to settle down
Because years later, you've found “the one”
The grind of the rat-race takes a toll
The depth of survival quickly eroded the fun

Propagate your kind
Have those kids, set them free
But nurture them, clothe them, indulge them
And stick them out of the sunroof for the world to see

Only the best for their children the parents want
Five-star safety for them they demand
The best food and the best education, of course
Then stick 20 of them and their bags in an 8-seater van

Use sugar, oil, and chemicals
No time for natural, nothing is built to last
So colourfully packaged and distinct for all
Who needs the real stuff when it's is all so fast

Enrol for the best school
Buy the latest laptop and tablet
Skip the classes, watch those movies
In the end, succumb to force of habit

Post those pics, gain another follower
The beach is huge and wide is the shore
Explore yourself, they said, be bolder
Take it all off for a few dollars more

Build the future, build those buildings high
Damned be aesthetic and all detail
The sun is lost reaching for the sky
And then we wonder why they all fail

Fed with lies we gesture angrily at moving images
Showing us only what they want us to see
Enraged yes, but compliant we are tuned to become
But then they tell us that we are free

It's not about satisfaction, just the tip of the iceberg
Nothing less and nothing more
Oh, show we must what all there is
Without that, who's to keep score?

So here today we all stand,
growing increasingly inept
Witnessing first-hand
the solemn death of depth.