It is but a deficient herdsman who would fault his sheeps,
For flocks are lead to their own devices.

There are moments where the sheeps are really wolves in a sheep cloak,
And certain sheeps willfully follow the deceitful to undesired ends.

So it seems with current waves of the ocean of information,
And controlled emotions of media perpetuated fairly tales.

Rather become very bored of reality television,
Illusions of images worse than plastic material.

What is left of this world still organic,
And ideals like a scent of dawn?

I for one choose not to play any of their monopoly, risk, or stratego,
But embrace the incoming storm and play in the rain.