As much as we would like to think
we're setting our own course,
unseen hands hold fast the bridle
of our trusting, unseen horse.
For that same hand that giveth us
the latest techno powers
taketh away what once absorbed
corresponding unclocked hours.
What, one may ask, did we once do;
how did we flex our mind?
What forest paths did we explore;
what wonders did we find?
And would we recognize the brains we used
before our first P.C.?
Were we blessed or were we cursed
Whichever the case, I must profess
what I do know to be true:
Of all the families I could have been in
I'm glad mine was with you.