The glaze controls the haze,
Fixed eyes on pixels daze-
Humanity slips from human phase-
Dull emphasis placed on the dooming craze.
The brain corralled down corridor,
Stunted growth for ever more-
Contracted elbows, fingers sore-
Becoming our own dinosaurs.
Techno advancing like a blaze,
But inward turns into the maze
Of our own minds which outward craves
The return again to simpler days.
It’s outward cravings the brain longs for.
To reach out into the world more
To remember why we are placed here for-
To love each other, not self absorb.
God only knows how this one plays
If we continue with our self-focused ways.
The color of the world slowly grays
In techno-color of passing days.
More humans than ever and ever before
Live neglectful of our sun’s rays
Did our fathers know what was in store
By teaching their sons ways…..
To destroy their Mother Earth?
Without any sense of worth
Or chance of rebirth
Joel Prickett 1/30/15