The Shroud
Technology
It surrounds
Envelops
Consumes;
Our everyday lives
We live in a word connected by technology
The aspect of reality blurs
With the aspect of the virtual reality
We become more involved
More integrated
More robotic
The word turns from a lush green planet
To a
Dark
And grey world
Made of cold iron and forged steal
We lock ourselves away
Never to see a real tree, breathe fresh air
Or meet the one we love
If we take away the vale of our present
And move ourselves to a better tomorrow
With green hills, and worm breezes
The picturesque view of serenity
Then and only then can we be
Happy
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spaceman
I know like most people my age we are all caught up in the new thing the hip thing, and being online is that new hip thing. being able to catch up with people half way across the world or order some exotic peas of clothing. I'm not anti technology I love my phone and computer, I just think that we as human beings should take a brief moment away from the hustle and bustle of the virtual world and look at the real world. take a walk or just look out side. I myself am 18 and live every day as if it was my last because you never know when that last moment is going to come, and I know that my last moments aren't going to be on my computer. There going to be out in the world doing what I love to do.
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