as we advance,
we fall back -
progress a plague;
addiction a screen
hiding forgotten truth
ignored with no recourse -
we know no limits
facts are rumors
whispered on the wind;
reality, truth
is what we believe
we've done this to ourselves;
post-modern questions
opening the door for invalid answers -
we numb ourselves
with harmonious songs
condemning those who sing off key
forgetting to ask why they know a different note -
the disease is more
the symptoms: want and greed
we could be cured by enough
if we could see past the screen
to look back,
to accept old truths,
we might be sated
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