A Technological Lie

Have we lost the little

Faith we had in life alone?

Surrounded by the ticking

Of the clocks,

Worrited by time's effect.

We are sat,

As children,

Amongst the whirs of engines;

As adults too, live in a land

Ruled by the

Clanking, turning, calling,

Living in a world of

Most metal skies;

Here electronic boards,

We walk as simply nails,

Holding life together.

Talking dots and robot

Animals, chasing their own tails,

Or food,

Made out of nothing but

Lines, or pigments.

Is this how we live now:

Forgetting the solemn past?

Don't lose those slow times

When life edged

On by.

The End

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