This is something I just wrote. A little while ago, I was writing a lot of poetry and lyrics. I stopped for a while, but just tonight got motivation to write a poem about an issue I have wrestled with for a while. Idk, hopefully it's good, being the first I have written in a while, but if not at least it'll put out there an issue that I think needs to be considered, and hopefully someone gets something out of it. I ask myself, I wonder Where does the balance lie? Wisdom that spans the millenia What am I to make of evolution? Will there come a revolution? Exponential progression, a modern marvel Will we flourish, or remain larval? The future to come, there must be more Yet modern man is empty to his core Looking to the past, peace of mind Thinking of what is to come, my excitement is aroused If things pan out, the future holds no bounds What can be said of the wise old sage? What does he have to offer the new age? The ancient truth remains, integration We chart a new territory, adaptation