Technology moves
Even when we sleep
Dreaming about paradise
When we wake up
Something new
Once we must be living
In the city to ilk a living
Rushing into sardine cans
Compartmentalized smog filled sky
The city of sin and money making
And don't forget the power chase
It is still there
The same new set of people
Converging sucking into its silky web
The money honey and the glory
Now some can stay away
Into a quiet abode live the life
Yet the modern new tools
Reaching far and wide in marketability
Only we embrace the new vision
“Small is beautiful”
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