Roads Leading Nowhere
The mass of men lead lives of quite desperation, -1
Seeking false shelter, forming insignificant nations,
Seeking organization in a world of disorder,
Setting restrictions, boundaries, and boarders,
Creating obstacles from things we don't need,
Obsessed with improving power, pleasure, and speed,
Time, man-made, is used only to create pattern,
No longer a choice, freedom is shattered,
Money has become the measure of success,
While happiness is left behind as only second best,
So many busy roads, filled with clutter, built with care,
While the best roads have no beginning and end nowhere…
1- First line is from "Walden" by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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