Future Shock
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The child surrenders to myth & nightmare.
While frenzied adults fear their own shadows.
High tech prying eyes mark our every move.
Yet, in many ways, we ourselves are blind.
Paradox prevails with global exchange.
For there's no noteworthy interaction.
Among the expensive junk & flowers,
I sense the darkest spectres lingering.
Modern life's so impeccably deranged.
It consists of commuters & consumers:
Endlessly regurgitating hackneyed
Motifs & styles; chanting mindless mantras;
Irrevocably chasing their own tails.
O I guess I'm chained like a beaten dog
To this wanton world of sweet madness;
To this absurd vale of endless tears.
O it's to late to scatter fresh violets
In order to redeem the deadened Time.
Better drink till we're intoxicated.
Better to draw the blinds on tomorrow.
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