The captain and his ship returned
With his report after his scouting.
He told us he found the land,
The land we were looking for,
The land where there is sunshine,
There the people live in freedom,
Freedom from the technology.
But no one listened,
Only the seventy of us.
No one else cared.
They lived for their technology,
They became incapable to live without it.
This made everyone too busy living
In the darkness and the gloom of our
Homeland where those rain drops fell.
They lived life as if they had none,
Existing by being bound by slavery to the menial,
Living only for their machines that they created.
They enjoyed their living in despair too much.
They simply did not want to be set free.
There were so bound to their technologies
That they and them were now becoming one.
So, boldly we set sail from the bay,
Despite a storm starting to brew in the sea.
Just the seventy of us in the great mystery ship,
We rode with the captain and his crew
To make our new home in our new land.
I think often about our great journey
With the captain and his ship to our new land.
Sometimes I still think about those left behind,
But not as often now as I use to.
Those that refused to leave their land.
Do they even exist anymore or did their
Technology finally destroy them?