~ The Same Old Desires ~

That vain and oh so humble lore
Where one's will does triumph to advise
The ways of old do, in circles, explore
Man's need to ever move forward
With the morning clock re-advise
What time, each day, will morning discover
Forever searching, forever moving forward
And for what do we ever-search?
The exact same desires as men of old
It's Love of passion we nobly disguise
And it's Love-of- Life
We dole out in such small rations
For it's so difficult to express ourselves
And then find ourselves, still welcome...

Tony Taylor
* Inspired by: "The Matrix" and other
Self-Fulfilling prophecies driven by
Science fiction.