again open critique is welcome.
this is called
"World gone mad"
Standing at the edge
of a world gone mad.
Of machines and and gears.
Disconnected we yearn
for the green things and blue skies.
confined in our concrete jungles we strive
to rejoin the disjointed.
some of us have succeeded
leaving the glass and steel behind
for a life in the trees yet
they have found a balance
between what is our waking world
and that of the ancient myths.
They talk to the animals
And whisper to the winds
listen to the tales of the stars.
and yet still go home,
to their apartments,
or houses in downtown,
and relay the ancient knowledge
and wisdom to the world
via an internet blog
or forum posting.
not ignoring the industry,
not accepting it either
but finding a working balance
between what was
what is
and what shall be.
Some of us still yearn for that freedom.
we can see the door to it,
but we ourselves are to afraid to open it.





