My Dad when he was a child. It is crazy how much times have changed. I do not think that at that time they were thinking that all the people in the world would be instantly connected by a network of fiber optic cables and micro processors that enable our computer use. So i pose the simple question: Can we really envision an accurate future for ourselves?
The Silent Disposition of My Thoughts and I
The world is quiet, society so loud,
Attempts to move me, yet i hear no sound.
No sound but the cool comfort it brings,
It being my perception: Noticing, seeking, yet rarely admiring.
My demeanor seems dark, but flows wild with thought,
Nature observed, what i might think,
Life’s not random like a slot machines’ slots.
Oh that wish for realities companion,
Nay, such a crime i could not induce,
For life’s ment to be lived,
Not choked by this fragments noose.
I claim to be trained, but the question is such:
Do my adventures in this realm satisfy much?
Is this lonelyness worth the work?
More efficient, less noise than else where,
Although I question often, others’ care.
And so my mind writes, such an attempted poem as this,
To convey my feelings, feelings I miss.
