The inventions of our age
propel our lost society
into the arms of ignorance
and a death to expertise.
We strand ourselves
with machinery masses
that cast mankind
away
under speechless entertainment.
Man's youth
now resolved
to inhibition.
We are limited
through our own weights
of materialistic material.
Their walk is harnessed
with prescribed symbolism,
Arrangements of misleading images
masquerading as the end game.
He finds himself chasing youth
He longs to be like the children,
The children,
The innocent,
Their behaviour so ignorant.
He finds his hands SHAKING.
It can't be healthy for man to tie himself up with strings.
Please tell me what you believe.
