Technology

Ever do the hours creep

toward early twilight and forever sleep

but in these waking days

their dreams they raise.

Lost in distant pastures green

with no regrets for where they’ve been

yet in the end, how can they measure

where all effort seeks only pleasure?

In ages past all day was toil

the only goal to live off plants and soil.

Beyond each milestone the world has passed

Patience lurks, unused, and fading fast

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