The monkey's lament

The tree’s have changed to walls of stone
Oh how mighty we have grown
How far we have fallen from our branch

Stars transformed to neon lights
Dawn progressed to this twilight
Caught up and buried in this non stop avalanche

Fur that once kept bodies warm
and helped to weather any storm
Grown thin and left us to the elements

Maybe its that lack of hair
Flesh so prone to rips and tears
That see’s us thinks so much about defense

And what about the tails we lack
once used for delicate balancing acts
Now missed as we find ourselves on rocky ground

All these traits that we have lost
We now discover at no cheap cost
Yet we cover with our reasoning so sound

The miracle of prehensile thumbs
Taken for granted and come undone
in the face of ridiculous space bar tapping chores

Once amazing turning skills
eroded down and slowly killed
by amazingly innovative powered doors

Larger brains for reasoning
have now been turned to treasoning
against the tree’s in which we previously swung

Paths behind have been wiped clear
adrift, afloat, in sea’s of fear
No history see’s your future come undone

A simple nature grown complex,
addictions to money, power and sex
Yet backwards is what we call a simpler way

Scared perhaps of simian roots
yet no fear for goose stepping boots
It seems that backwards is the namesake of this day

Should have stayed in the fucking tree’s