progress?

The moving, brooding machine of progress
it churns out ideas and processes
crushing opposition, cementing over the past.

The future is progress
but what is the progress?
What can you do better?
Faster? Stronger?

We are no longer a race of people
but automated robotic machines
Ones whose sole goal is to finish the objection
know how to limit interaction
to a nod or a wave.

We are each alone
Alone now more than we ever were.
Our material things will only comfort us
because our real lives cannot.

I am more than the sum of my parts.
I will not be harvested for them
like some junkyard car.
I am more than the sum of my parts.