In a passionless fashion,
Of which I can’t boast,
Surrounded by images,
Nothing for real,
A virtual life,
Has no great appeal.
Life lacking emotion,
The warmth, human feel,
Is a great empty ocean,
Doesn’t even seem real.
In a passionless fashion,
Of which I can’t boast,
Surrounded by images,
Nothing for real,
A virtual life,
Has no great appeal.
Life lacking emotion,
The warmth, human feel,
Is a great empty ocean,
Doesn’t even seem real.
Ah, the good old times!When Life was LifeNot just an unmelodious trance.
So rare to see,Of such great Beauty,In it’s simplicity,As it spoke of Love,So Romantically.Like a new born Rose,It’s perfume reached the heart,For it spoke of a love,That would never depart.
A Ship without a Captain?Squashed against a Monorail?A Country,Sad, Irresponsible and Frail?No, this cannot be,The 21st Century,America.
To have or to be had,As Life’s greatest emotion.
Steals us awayAnd even thoughWe don’t worshipAny of those godsAnymore, they still,Remain alive, interveneIn the creative spirit,From far away,As blessed, beautifulMysterious giftsInspiring the arts,Especially,Poetry and poetsIncredibly close toThe Greece, where allArt was born,To where our heartsBelong,Even today!
So muchAnd yet,We still haven’tLearnedHow to get alongPrisoners and slavesOf our primitive passionsLimiting,The scopeOf inner compassion..