Lone singing atop thin roads to nowhere
Who is listening?
Yet the notes continue to float
—–in continuous cacophony of sameness
Do you turn your ear to whining discontent
—-battering monotonous bitterness
Now occasional beauty
—-once seen dipping and drinking
Did we look?
See the migrant maidens floating from high
—–mystical angels Goddess winged
Now rare and desperate
Do we care?
The endless quest
billowing bustling burgeoning
Growth growth gone
Or stand to lose it all