TECHNOLOGICAL EVOLUTION


Black and white, is what I was born to be.
Today, trying to hold onto it, is the life of me.
A constant exhaustion of strength and might,
Today, it is barely in sight, I must fight.

Far and deep, we bury ourselves in it,
Today, straight to the bottom of the oblivious pit.
These grand illusions, we bring ourselves to fit,
Today, everything is too fast, have to sit.

For what is real, and what is not,
Today, we do not see the end to this plot.
Side to side or in front, no sight is caught,
Today, to see, to feel, to touch, it is all just thought.

In the oblivion, we have all set humans aside.
Today, masses of the world, all far and wide.
In the main frame, to survive we abide.
Today, there is no place to run and hide.

Surrounded by the grey, they tend to set for me.
Today, there is no one to set themselves free.
In the illusionist’s cloud, happy they seem to be.
Today, dwindle of communication, cannot they see.

A constant exhaustion of strength and might,
Today, it is barely in sight, I must fight.
Black and white, is what I was born to be,
Today, trying to hold onto it, is the life of me.

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