Just a poem

Good times will never be lost
As times change for better or worse
Development comes with a cost
It binds upon time a curse
A spell that it casts upon the world
Not of its own blame
But of the constant endless song
That's sung by every man and dame
Of the undying thirst that they have
For anything that they do not know
Of which they become savvy
In the knowledge of which they grow
This is the present state
Of this day and age
When our fate we look to create
And feel like were bound in a cage
Bound on all four sides
By the knowledge gathered from around
Like when men used to wear animal hides
But their cage was their only known ground
They found a way through
Which leads to you and me
But the same path backtracked is blinding
Because of what we cannot control
Meant to make life easy
But which brings complications upon us
Gone are the days when every man could say
"I've looked around and I have found my way."
Now a mans only reward for something that he thinks he should do for a living is decided by the majority of minds and the change of the development tide into which giving into is a must.This trend is now fast changing because man is rearranging his thoughts, prioritizing them with contentness and harmony with himself.