Evolution
a dimly light from a wooden house,
lighten by dancing fire inside,
an old man on a rocking chair,
accompany by time eaten radio.
in the midst of fiery rain,
a lighten house with spinning steels,
some romantic bulbs dancing in the air,
adam and eve cuddling on a couch,
mesmerized by the idiot box.
in the midst of the dark black night,
a small quarter with brighten aura,
emotionless neon powered by cold electricity,
a young man on lazy sofa,
befriended with smart silicon brain.
from the furry beast to armored cotton,
the big e keeps coming,
evolution to electronic commerce,
we mere mortal can only adapt,
a simple word we call change.
Change
We might not able to change the wind direction,
but we can set our course along with it
We might not able to change the wind direction,
but we can set our course along with it
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