Lost, Found, Lost Again

Feb 19, 2008 - 07:45 AM PST

We're lost in the world
No map shows the way
Walking in circles
Day after day
Hunting for berries
Living off roots
At last we find people
They're senile old coots
Time passes by
From dawn until dusk
Desperately searching for freedom
We do what we must
A dusty old road
Where it leads we don't know
Where ever it is
There we must go
Road turns to highway
We cry in delight
At the end of the tunnel
A dazzling light
Out of the forest
We finally come
Wood traded for cement
Oh, what have we done?
Lost in a new jungle
Cars, bills and cellphones
Why are we here?
How will we ever get home?