Hustle and bustle begin the day
For a world not yet reborn
Of consciousness in freedom's pure delight
Still slaves to others' dictative scorn Throughout the day awaiting twilight's return
When again embraced in their dreams
Till morrow awakens programmed repetition
Fashioning desires to another man's themes Enslavement of soul darkness of night
Songs of silence paying a price
Dulling the senses men growing old
Succumbing the mastery of one's device