Past Yonder Curtain

Past yonder curtain lies lands uncertain.
Be they burrowed by big, barbarous beasts?
I'll lie inside and just go unheard, then;
I am not one to want to unnnerve them.

Watch time act as trickling molasses -
Sometimes seeming to saunter so slowly.
Watch I as class privelege causes collapses.
It's acting as fast as our synapses.

Perhaps it's just wired to soon catch on fire.
Rubble reveals revolutionaries.
So long as we're mired in what has transpired,
We'll tire of reasons to be so admired.