Hunted
Hunted
We're all prey in a digital world.
My heart is my wilderness,
a natural and evolving place
where rationality is consumed,
the scraps then blown away
by a howling arctic wind
reminding me that peace
will never come easy
in a world designed
to inflame my passions.
When I close my eyes,
I can hear my beating heart
advancing on me slowly,
like a relentless army.
From the distance comes
the bay of a hungry wolf.
Startled,
I blink my eyes open
to see him staring right at me.
Men have become the tools of their tools.
~ Henry David Thoreau
