The-Utopia-Code

[MP4 YouTube Uploaded January 8 2026] https://youtu.be/Ynilijoid1M {LYRICS} [Intro] This poetry is about, 'very in the spotlight'. [Chorus 1] The pain that no one could see... the world was ablaze, in some kind of power struggle; to be seen but not seen. [Fill] [Chorus 2] Adjusting perception. [Instrumental] Power came from that global illusion; sometimes too much and or not enough[Not Enough] [Down Tempo] sometimes being ostracised for lack of power, or too much[Too Much] or treated as the subject of some horrible mental lie[Horrible] [Instrumental] [Chorus 3] Missing, lost, forgotten, and tossed, Now everything, now everything[Everything] Is gone, gone, gone... [Pre Chorus] Yet existence intensifies, almost seen by everyone's eyes, We're going blind, behind, bind, bound, gone [Gone] [Instrumental] Any day it will slowly die[Today] Missing. goodbye[Goodbye] [Chorus 4] Yet the memory never dies, it will be a surprise; Unwanted, downsized. Yet remains; dead and not dead, Boxed up

https://youtu.be/U6hnXIdFytA I am living proof the world ain't perfect Somehow, sometimes, always, never   The seasons of imperfection. Require no reflection. Deflection, rejection, no direction. Just thought I'd mention. I see it more every day You know… either way   The gifted are rising to the surface Of Human correction Place, face, race, taste All are finding their place Amongst the most challenging;   Human ability to adapt, adopt, evolve My most regretful resolve   I am closer to dissolving Than Earth in heavy rain   Satisfaction, positive action I am humbled in my own Faction   Outclassed, on the team Coaches thought I did seem   To have talent Never relent.   Rejections all I had sent My band played in my basement   Another life have but too show Forward it did seem   A carpenter born in me Creating indelible art Music still played in my head Too saturate, like it rained Took rule book, learned, played to win   An amazing amount of years This season, and another... Some

I stand alone at the end of time, the end time for Earth. Everything is bathed in crimson red light I stand in an amphitheatre. I have no recall ever dreaming this before Or again since. The memories remain fully form I even still see the red amphitheatre Memory dream, relived regularly An Avatar hovered toward me. It is also bathed in total red. I realise I'm dead. The Avatar offered comfort, explaining what I was seeing. Miles of information stored in small "cards" Lineages descendants children, and the parents of all of these I asked what my Legacy would be? A single image hovered before. I was stunned; it listed my entire family and children born since. I decided not to look, that information Could be harmful. The Avatar assured me the last of my Descendants were only phantoms from other lives. I woke up, stunned staring caring fearing. My life is my own I did not need validation, Under the massive heat of the red giant Sol a mere million of miles away; I decided

https://youtu.be/rUtFaKCMfUQ Tracing patterns in our skulls The hipshot is most reliable Yet flawed   We enter the room so full of incense Eyesight was limited to about a foot in length   Its scent reminded us to Relax and gather strength   A powerful yet unknown song Began on original vinyl   The rhythm was droning A Baritone so low it was barely perceptible Provided opening verse So too did the surrounds Begin to come apart   The dust from deep in our hearts Repaired with broken parts When did it all start   The early models summarily Were decommissioned Rebuilt Repaired   Hidden circles trace spiral patterns The human mind too flawed to read   Familiar verse The Baritone did sing   Of unseen things Unknown things Hidden or repurposed   Yes this is the one Empty Box empty   Yet another Boon Not at All too Soon.  

The trees sway in the wind, summer then to fall, on into winter, another year comes to a close. The window pane painted with frost as snow is due, and a soft fire sings by. The heart wonders as eyes watch bystanders outside, walk by all bundled up. People live out their lives, normal in their hidden mysteries. What do they do? Where do they go? Who do they most love? The mind wanders off near and far as winter begins to fall. Tell me your stories until the snow covers our world, speak of those small hopes and passing thoughts. Soon, the land will sleep in the cool white confines of frozen time. Peace will arrive as stories begin on soft sounds that almost rhymes. How time just flies.

Are those lights on the sea? Strange how they dance, is it a boat that falls on the waves tonight, no. This is an old power, up then down, side to side, away it now flies. Fairy lights that dance on the night, forgotten rhythms of another age return while standing on this shore. Alone, I watch. Alone, I stand. Will they just play above the sea or will the Gentry come to sing? There is no fear, no sound other than the waves. What is this? Why return in antiquated form with such gentle wings of snow? I do not know, no one truly knows the answer you show. Some have said you are souls lost without form, caught on a wind that will guide you onto new shores. Others name you devil, of tricksters kin, who lure children to that unseen country and sin. Reason and wonder call the mind to pull on the corners of some rhyme now lost to the mind. Yet, I nor you can say we know or remember the right way. So, they dance above the spray.