Utopia of Technilogy

Invention marches on,

To build a technological dream.

This is the age of modern creation,

Technical fear is cast aside, it seems.

New machines arise,

Transforming day by day.

Replaces old engineering,

The past is now disengaged and gray.

We'll be slaves to technology,

Surrendering our freedom's hold.

The old ways, now a myth, you see,

Craftsman's touch, we now eschew, controlled.

A soulless future, built of steel,

Emptiness will fill the air.

Technology becomes our chain, we feel,

Despair is all that we can bear.

Machines of gilded ease

Suppress the wisdom of the ages

This modern malaise,

Traps us in gilded cages

Why does this madness still proceed?

Why is this progress so decreed?

Driven by profit, fueled by greed

A future's promise, a desperate need

Our minds replaced by circuits cold

Our thoughts controlled, our stories sold Technology, our teacher, bold

A fragile system, soon unfolds

No classrooms needed, lessons fade Knowledge downloaded, pre-made

But wisdom's lost, a price we've paid

A hollow mind, a soul betrayed

A soulless future, built of steel

Emptiness will fill the air

Technology becomes our chain, we feel

Despair is all that we can bear

Can we reclaim what we have lost?

Can we break free, whatever the cost?

Or are we doomed, forever tossed

In this digital sea, forever crossed?