Shift

Faces of Systems

The faces of power change, but the cracks in the system reveal its essence.

We build our order, carrying the pattern on,
Eyes fixed ahead on plans already drawn.
Not malfunction, not error — a different regime,
Where meaning, like truth, stays beyond what we see.

Like cells that divide, never knowing their end,
So power emerges — a current concealed.
Not seeking to crush, but determined to hold,
Till structures of control start tightening their fold.

And there, where protection was meant to sustain,
It starts to reshape how we live in its frame.
And rights become functions the system defines,
While choice is illusion inside its designs.

The changing faces of those who command
Show us exactly where boundaries stand.
We watch as the face, raising itself above all,
Rots from within — and loses control.

From fear of losing, from hunger to hold,
From logic of power — more control must unfold.
And the more perfect the first calculation,
The deeper the system descends into mutation.

But that is the meaning — no enemy, no fall,
Just ways we can witness the cracks in us all.
Each branch, as it quietly shifts from its route,
Reveals to our eyes what it's really about.

If none of those branches had ever appeared,
We'd worship the structure as truth without fear.
But errors and shifts are where origins live —
Our pathway's not straight; it branches and splits.

The changing faces of those who command
Show us exactly where boundaries stand.
We watch as the face, raising itself above all,
Rots from within — and loses control.

Some see in the system a crystal, complete,
But you see the fractal emerging beneath.
Systems keep branching, their structures mutate —
The algorithm of progress gives birth to this state.

Not meant to destroy — but intended to know
What must be held tight, and what must be let go.
And if you can see how the system distorts,
Don't question just it — question your part.

And among all the twisted and misshapen faces,
Don't turn your eyes from misplaced boundaries.
In distorted patterns of systemic desire,
Seek not for the flaw — seek the source of the fire.

The changing faces of those who command
Show us exactly where boundaries stand.
We watch as the face, raising itself above all,
Rots from within — and loses control.