Speak Ancient Things

What is progress if we have regressed?

Speak to me of the ancient, 

I care not for a present, 

devoid of romantic passion.  

Let me seek for the heart of adventure in what was. 

I look around, 

downcast I stare, 

for it is nowhere to be found.  

Where is the drive, 

that drove men to greatness? 

Where is the explorer spirit? 

Where is the hunger for greatness?  

Settling for a virtual reality is not my taste, 

this phony plastic existence, 

throw away society, 

throw away relationships, 

planned obsolescence of everything that had a foundation.  

Give me that connection, 

that real love, 

that real feeling, 

that feeling that can't be found in a bottle or digitally created.  

Give me real beauty, 

not some Frankenstein A.I. monster devoid of soul.  

Real relationship, 

real touch, 

real life, 

reality here and now.  

All of this distraction, 

as the river of time, 

carries into oblivion, 

its passengers entertained to death. 

Speak to me of the ancient, 

keep your modern world I've had enough......

Author's Note

Sometimes the way forward is back, all change is not always good...

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

in australia, we learn about the early explorers at school and how i envy them. sailing the high seas towards uncharted lost coastlines. if i could relive my 20s i would have become a sailor, but i was busy reading philosophy books. damn it.

[Dave W.]

Right? Oh to go back, oh to change things, Ern I hope everything has been well with you