"Over The Hills And Far Away" At the top of the hill, all sides will, become clear upon rotation Your perspective becomes vastly perceptive Transportation becomes a falling sensation And the horizon no longer lets lies in Soon, all things in your room, will bow to your mind Your toaster becomes a considerate bread roaster Channels transition with your mood position And Internet pages appear like pet mages Now mostly at home, sitting alone, with your own creations Your bag of bones sits on its magical throne Mentally directing, transforming, perfecting As most all of your focus finds a new locus Now that it's shoddy, the original body, is left behind Superior performance beats out conformance As human disposal becomes a common proposal Quietly, nanotechnology powers the new genealogy As illness and rest, become ancient pests, the next hill is people Title-text: The older I get, the less offended I am by this eventuality.