The Smoke Filled Haze
The smoke filled haze
on those sunny days
chokes the air:
as a mere beginning of innocence.
Black and white coated starlight seams,
get soaked in broken dreams
as the sour sickly smells
coat the atmosphere:
the world slowly starts to disappear.
A mass of technology,
more than we should see
grabs everyone's spirit,
creates delirium,
picks up enthusiasm,
and drops it to the floor:
until the universe's essence is no more.
All that was supposed to be has perished,
the plan is no more cherished,
as intended at the start:
or was this the intention?
Now that is the question.
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