As the world moves away from the people
I sit and I pray for the world
Machines can best handle your problem
Machines are the light of the world
As the world moves away from compassion
I sit and reflect on the world
I knew when I once was a child
The world was all sinews and curves
As the world moves away from sanctuary
Toward plastics and silver and steel
I move to the shadowy window
Toward something that I still can feel
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