What is humanity becoming?
I will let the youths tell me.
Maybe they have more insight,
Or perhaps I am becoming like an old song, Sang on fool's day.
Black as night, trapped in the world of inanition.
I am suffocated by the illusion of the present culture. Now falling down by the wayside.
I see myself splitting hairs with the norm.
My conception now fading.
I come with open arms, in need of some insight. Gold for ingenuity! Silver for a vision! A diamond for some awareness!
Aha! Adventure! I love adventures!
Take me on a journey, to a place where the raconteur has a message with assimilation.
I will incline my ear to understand.
A call for sanity, in a quiet place,
On such a wonderful, bright cool morning. No stress of the day. And as the words were promulgated, then came fireworks. Like a crackling sound in the ear, all but words with no meaning.
Woe-begone! Could I not hear them speak?
Now feeling trapped again in a stalemate. A relationship falling apart; the bridge collapsing.
I stood as I was before, asking for more questions.
What is humanity becoming?
I will let the youths tell me.
Maybe they have more insight,
Or perhaps I am becoming like an old song, Sang on fool's day
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