Reinventing the Wheel: A Poem
Using those same models of ancestral living
we are keeping busy reinventing the wheel
just becoming masters at self-deceiving
as life somehow stays the same deal.
Toys being different but players don't change
we love and we kill and do everything same
everything fitting within that primitive range
except that we may give it a better name.
We are repeating thoughts of the last year
and they may fall just heavier on our pride
with many new year's resolutions still there
buried back in the past although never died.
So we see new movies, and we wear new shoes
but other than new toys we give life nothing more
stuck somewhere in past millennia we still refuse
to reinvent ourselves, our human truth, our core.
Could we wake up different and willing to outgrow
our ancestors' nature, with all their model of being
reinventing progress of life and redirecting its flow
to see a different reality than we have been seeing.