Post Millenium Tension (2010)

We seem more or less content, these days, With the given in sensation's quest. Spectacles of sweet madness seem To mock our deeply entrenched inertia. Words are becoming impoverished, By the sheer ubiquity of flashing signs. We communicate like solitary commuters. We are like wayward ships that pass in the night. Hauling our hearts around circular tracks, We put on our worn out masks and compromise daily. Items and possessions burn our fingers; Like power, want and greed, know no bounds. We remain hypnotised by glittering icons, Yet the image we most desire always escapes us. Yet Art can still awakens deep longings Within us. We're currently mere shadows Of what we could be. Once our eyes have been Opened, we can no longer return to sleep.