The Bondage of Liberty

I fear each morning I open my eyes
For the engulfing thoughts of what new horror awaits
And the sweet comfort with which it is dished
Is this what it feels to be numb?
To not reflect on mortality when faced with mortality
But share with glee as received
Progress is not always progress
For in what we gain, we lose so much more
Flashes of gore have gained notoriety
The unpleasantness of lies is a lifestyle
And self-infatuation at the expense of all is awareness
All over unconnected connectivity
A world made smaller by virtual contact
Yes, our voices echo across continents
But neighbors hear ours no longer
In absent-minded silence we huddle
Heads bowed in reverence to new gods
Fingers tapping to a fast-paced world
Where simple things of importance fizzle out
For the complexity of the egotistic construct
Free thought, yea, free thought
Abandon all for the emancipation of self
For natural law should bound us gods no longer
Transition and translation
To be free, behind it we must stand
But we are anything but free
Trading Deity
Enslaved by progress of now and,
Unbound by the shackles of tomorrow
Spare a thought I say
For the bonds that made us free
And the freedom that binds
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