Pastures, fields, and farm do surround
What once was native glory
Voices do enter the head
Where before was quiet and contemplative
Progress sometimes claimed by All.
Though Few can define what advance
As the railroad of Time drives to our destination.

Can Anyone tell any longer
If the Voices originate Inside or Out?
Has technique substituted for natural Thought?
Can the Owner have become Guest?
Does it matter you must refuse
That which was once Friend?
Has the Herd finally destroyed you?