Technology slowly marches forward.
But it no longer marches,
For we have built it a train.
So it quickly zips along.
The more it progresses,
The less we do.
We pour our knowledge and energy into it;
We are emptying our minds
We can move round the world in the blink of an eye
Yet we do not want to get up to close the fridge
Such speedy slothfulness is frightening
What will come when we are completely dependent?
What will come if it all breaks down?
What will come when we are no longer needed?
And technology rolls along,
Laughing as it watches us disappear
At the place where it left us; at the side of the tracks.
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