Of the grind.
Sometimes the things that people complain about,
Seem outside of time,
And seem outside of what the world expects,
Especially when,
The world, now, is very little Nature,
And all about humans,
And about the return to what we once were.
Why did we start off in the first place?
The notion that we have advanced somehow,
Assumes that there's some ultimate ends we face,
Which would be alright,
If it actually was the case,
Though, if anything, I'd think it'd be world peace,
And we're still in an arms race.
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