Return

In our society rampant,
with anger, pride, and strife,
how can we survive,
our stagnant complications,
which our lives confound?

Ever the essence of the mind,
strives for reason,
strives for rime,
a truth for every season,
in this our mistakes are found.

Every moment,
night and day,
we strive to find another way,
as the bards of time might say,
the complications to compound.


Is it any wonder then,
why some women and some men,
seek return to a simpler time,
when all the reason one need find,
was contained within a simple rime?