Bored Children

The tracks lay unused like the old toys of a child

They pave a way to places built before innocence lost

And signal blissful ignorance that only bothers the mind of men

After all, have you ever seen a lion complaining about the lack of a direct line?

Or that their every whim isn’t catered for?

Instead the messes they create are useful

Benefit for longer than a day in the novel we call life

Life spans throughout history flicker like the pages of a book

They cease to mean anything except the imprint they left behind

And we’re sifting through their bins today

Just like the coyotes on a lions discarded carcass

So tell me who’s the most advanced.

Little Ginge x

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