Aim for places we've not been, trample paths that lie between yesterdays foundations and tomorrow.
No one can live without the decisions of their own it seems. So they look to someone else to tell… (read more)
Is it any wonder things are so inane? So many quests for compassion are just for someone's personal gain.
Progress is a debt we all must pay, its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain.
The innocence of youth needs protection, not abuse.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage, I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The scientists throw up their hands conceding progress will resolve it all.
The multitudes of thoughtless clones have reached a critical mass.