Tick tock.
A concious reminder of time,
the confusion of this society,
the intricate patterns of behavior,
to what end must we all be successful?
Waiting and boredom,
the two compliment each other,
The click clack of keyboards,
squeaking of chairs to the masses.
To what end must we educate ourselves?
Books and books filled in rows,
useless and matted with dust.
The spiders gnaw the papers once treasured,
while information comes in binary languages.
They breathe in and out,
not realizing the uselessness of thier effort.
to many have come to only fall,
with minds of millions waste in greed.
What price do we put on survival?
Knowledge is power revered.
Money is power saught.
Power is substenance of survival.
In this day of social advances,
we look to the primorial instinct of domination.
Author notes
Sitting at the college library stirs odd and questionable thoughts.
A contest entry
- Random Thoughts by Random Thoughts.
1000 points, ended September 23, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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mmmm, the smell of old books ^_^
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A great take on society, I like it, It reads as random thoughts would pour from your mind sort of if you know what I mean??!!
An awesome poem and greta entry thanks and good luck in this contest,
-Brenden
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