We are drifting out in space,
In a sea of connected minds.
If we all look above,
We transcend, we are one.
What am I?
A tiny little dot,
A bit of information.
But in sync,
We reach another plane,
Masters of a new age.
Simulate what is real,
Simulate what is real,
Are we alone in the cosmos,
If we all look above?
Are we alone in the cosmos?
Let us all look above.
What am I?
A tiny little dot,
A bit of information.
But in sync,
We reach another plane,
Masters of a new age.
What am I?
A tiny little dot,
A bit of information.
But in sync,
We reach another plane,
Masters of a new age.

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