Lyrics

In our palm is the world on demand,
Strange technology,
In times there's change at every bend,
Minds ever-racing,
In an age of great distraction,
And choices overwhelming,
I long to sense the raw elements,
Wind and wave ever-dancing

Where the Ice floats free,
On the Arctic breeze,
Drifting aimlessly,
Then melts to the foam,
Returning home,
Changing endlessly

Oh Artificial intelligence,
Fortunes in the trillions,
Can’t replace a deep awakened sense,
Of freedom on the barrens
Mass information,
The truth ever-hiding,
I'll find it in the deafening silence,
From my boat gently gliding

Where the Ice floats free,
On the Arctic breeze,
Drifting aimlessly,
Then melts to the foam,
Returning home,
Changing endlessly
So too must we