Who's picking up the mess
of broken toys left behind
of broken lives lived in pantomime
of factory fun
as new digits roll across
T.V. screens
everyone is running just trying
to keep pace
new breakthroughs throwing life
obsolete around
and pushing balance underground
everything is video
the stories are worn
and jumbled
all as small as
the missed world
there's no understanding
any of this....
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