by Nick Gisburne
Ignition gave us all that we could need
The power of a star, insane, unreal
When poverty was banished, only greed
Could fathom this utopian ideal
Infinity, commanded at a touch
An everlasting surfeit of supply
A world where no indulgence is too much
Begets a single, simple question: why?
If everything is effortless, why care?
Why worry, when the precious things are free?
When wishes can be conjured from the air
What worth remains in anything we see?
Ignition was the answer to our dreams
But nothing is as perfect as it seems
