Those Idle days of blissful calm content
Are trampled mercilessly beneath the march of time
We rush to beat the deadlines that won’t relent
Yet long for those sips of sweet summer wine.
The Pressures and pain of increasing demands
The whip crack urgency of the daily grind
Our lives spent chasing those goals of monetary gain
But yearning for those halcyon days left behind.
Cast off those chains and symbols of modern strife
Decry those instruments of mental strain
The self-imposed purgatory of the material life
The shallow need for technology is to blame.
Return those devilish devices of demonic confusion
Those pagers and palmtops and mobile phones
Refuse to be a victim of this Hi-tech revolution
And reclaim the quiet privacy of your homes.
Those dreams of moments spent in rapturous Eden
The yearning for natures longing embrace
These are the goals of our deepest desires
The forsaken destiny of the human race.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty
Written by Kristian Fogarty 31/03/2011