When did it start With Lucy or the not so wise man When gardening turned to farming In Babylon or The valley of silicon With Ford’s assembly or Benjamin’s We did this First when a foot struck a beetle on the earth, if only it’s unassuming eyes knew A bow and arrow struck a deer unaware, the headlights would come later A hook caught a fish, now out of water in a place it should not be A hand struck another cheek, an unwanted kiss A pest died in the field and the poison wounded those in the kitchen From the countrymen to the walkers on the street Walls cannot be built around this one What’s the harm of sugar coating everything if crooked is the new normal What’s the harm of pixels if it’s the reality you know, only And what’s the harm of the cold If it gives you a sore arm or slight fever When all time is spent making everything work for you Take time to think and look below Even a blind man would see Treading water in an ocean rising Isolating to escape a natural wind The cold is not the problem The opposite is true If the sky is the limit then space is infinite for ambition Next on the to do list of the Myop Is seeing flowers while Walking Walk, Walk her on the moon Run circles around it too Control the sun Develop life’s imperfections into seamless code to make it crisper The cost of innovation is one most deem worth taking But unlike the ones on the disappearing path ahead Innocent in their silence and inability to be heard Like the ones who saw it coming and did it anyway we all should be dead Even Tesla knows In the cold and dry Electricity shocks