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

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