My daughter Valerie and I were talking recently about such things, and she asked when did life get so crazy, so fast-paced, she doesn't remember it being like this when she was younger. And how with technology we don't really save time, it just adds stress, and we're still behind or have more to absorb than we can keep up with. I guess that's what the poem sums up. There's an inherent loneliness in here that saddens me, and makes me wonder about "annoying", I guess it's all in our free will of selection, prioritizing and choice-making, dealing with TMI (too much information). Weeding out the merit of the ones closest to us, the messages they give, and really following and filing them in our hearts or minds. Very valuable and well done piece, Chris.

this is amazing chris! poignant, and so true... it's funny though, how i wish i could remember my childhood dreams... they all seem too cluttered over and the memories are murky at best... just wonderful!

everyday we stop acting like children our dreams continue to separate themselves from our realities. this poem is strong in pointing this out and it's painfully true. a fine write!

everyday we stop acting like children our dreams continue to separate themselves from our realities. this poem is strong in pointing this out and it's painfully true. a fine write!

You write with great insight into very troubled times. I am reminded of Jesus' words in John 14:1, "Let not your heart be troubled. Neither let it be afraid. I go to prepare a place for you... ." I think of them rather often these days.

An eloquent commentary on "future shock" - sobering and effective. d:-)

I'm overwhelmed, and overstressed...and the jackal hasn't helped. Great commentary on the state of our "civilization".