Reality sets into a heart that wishes   To read you lies that sit like an open book.   This must stay open, this must stay clear,   This must be said for all to hear.   These are living, breathing beings like us.   Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable   These are living, breathing beings like us.   They don't look the same on a plate.   Are we still fixable?   Drop the dish that could fill   The mouth with meat.   To the floor and I've watched it break.   One thousand pieces of that glass equals   One thousand days gone past.   And how has technology brought us any further,   When this society is still stuck   In its primitive dietary ways?   Only a death trap for both worlds,   Tomorrow can't be faced.   When today's crisis is aborted,   Stop looking ahead!   Are we still fixable?