There in darkness
Brassy beneath hand, hard;
Vindictive vines of metal
Trap a nutshell of mankind.
Where, there in darkness, shadows,
There are no straight answers.
Taunted by the greenist apple;
Alluring.
No more brave heroes here
To ride stale white stallions;
Climb highest trees.
We doubt.
Dutifully.
Follow the path laid out.
Innovation in conformity.
What are you doing?
Joys of childhood are lost.
Not yet forgotten;
But soon.
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