Elegy of Technology

It decimates me, deceivingly, the value of education and the life we lead today and the pace with which we set off to complete our years.
Sometimes we do not gauge the purpose of our being. Sometimes we do not have a goal.
If we did not have the birthdays to celebrate we would not even stop to count our age!!!

Most of our objective is to stand in a line (very robotic!!!) and follow suit. For SURVIVAL.
I am also part of this mockery and I do not deny it.

But I find time to dream, occasionally, to change all that...

The erudite devil resident in me justifies the moral of my immaterial words.
The illiterate saint stands a step closer to accomplishing a lifetime of separation...

Reach out in the open land/
Far from the work-at-hand

The dreams of all the electronic flair/
Nourished in my blood with care

Seemed so futile at the wee hours/
Like Petals dried gray in flowers

Sent off to a Racing start/
From my comfy Rocking art

Struggle-fight-Show-thy-might/
Invincibly cast their delight

Every mile of lust uncast/
Earthly fevers of sarcast

Mirrors suggest a heavy chest/
Inner-Outer both unrest

Growing trauma of demand/
Parents-wife-children remand

Squared-off, the seasons moan/
Gathered riches or Happy loan?

Renting sorrow from a careless borrow/
Or, narrow-hollow from the wealth furrow?

The blackhole of successful ploy/
Eclipsed the lifetime of Joy

Mere suffering has less pains/
Second stands the heavenly gains.