TDWC

Sacrifice the discipline

and routine, for

the efficiency of

routine

For words of consent,

momentary content,

searching for what life

could mean.

Passing between,

man and machine

yearning to be

serene.

Ones will is spent

indifferent

squandered on the

insignificant.

Logic for vice,

reason for nice.

Drive for distraction,

Force for supplication.

Once proud, now pliable.

Once hard, now maliable.

Once sure, now influenceable.

Once solid, now inconsolable.

Before, we raged. Now, we complain.

But we have none to blame but ourselves, for the feelings we lived in, and the state we occupy.

Time demands we comply.

Humbly yours

J