The wildness of the grass covered tracks
Against the pale order of desks and chairs
The fluffy clouds from which nothing lacks
Or the colorless odorless undramatic flairs?
Human or tool?
To learn the laws of music from Pan
To feel a grin, a gasp, and a frown
Or dull sleepiness of zombie land
Learning math's laws from Mr. Brown?
Fairyland or school?
The ancient books have their own joy
From which modern hacks look away
The magic of three, logic, girl, and boy
Of wars, mechanics, flavors, and play
The living will rule.
The clever cabal of demonic bored fools
Will do anything to stop us from learning
The magic of life which easily schools
Their joyless and hellish burning
Wise man or fool?
The wildness of breathing in wild air
Against the pale apathetic routine
Into the eternal humanity will stare
Or forever grinding in a soulless machine
Human or tool?
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey