Just an Observation

I walk along a lonely road filled with faceless people.
Captivated by the blank stares, I shudder.
Can it be; is all the world so lonely?

They are motionless except for the routines indented on their dreary lives by one world gone bad.
One man follows another.

No longer adhering to right or wrong;
just marching behind the next.
Never missing a beat, never reasoning why,
never wondering where the path ends.
They are energized by competition;
not love of one another.
They are robotized by a mechanical world;
fashioned of cement and steel.

Is there not still beauty in the flight of a butterfly?
Or, is that now too simple for a world so filled with complexities in everyday life?
Can one no longer marvel at the beauty of the World's naturalness
Without dismantling it to the point of bare essentials,
And then mar it with man made gadgets just to see what makes it tick?

Man was given the knowledge to make his world a home.
Though not to the point of shielding his eyes, heart, and soul to the needs of his fellow man.

Some may argue;
refer to this change as survival instinct.
We are not the lowly cockroach.
We see, we know, and we feel the destructions we have inflicted.
And do nothing to stop it.

One day it will all be finite.
Yet only the precious few will understand;
and still be able to forgive.