Days

These are the days, my friends.    
   
Spinning faster, we've lost control          
What should we do? Where should we go?          
Natural high, and then the dive.          
A daily grind, then daily drive.          
         
We must slowdown, to look around.          
Enjoy the view, and say thank you.          
Monday Tuesday are all the same          
Thursday Friday, seems we're to blame.      
         
Next week it starts, over again.          
And we'll be here, until we end.          
Can you tell me what's it all for?          
Why the struggle, is life a war?    
   
Those were the days, my friends.    
      
In the days of old, people toiled under the natural glow, built, farmed, hunted game, and raised many children that grew up enjoying the outdoors.  People survived.  They focused on the challenges of living.      
   
These are the days, my friends.    
   
Now, we get skills under the neon glow, hunt pay, buy temporary junk, service debt, and raise few children that grow up enjoying the isolation of the digital world.  People exist.  We focus on the challenges of economic management.      
        
Those were the days, my friends.        
   
I thought they'd never end.        
But now they're gone, and I wonder what is wrong?        
Will this last, my friends?      
When will it pass, my friends?        
All I know, we used to sing the songs.        
      
Now, what will we do, when the economy blows.      
Can we eat our daily harvest, these electrons?    
      
What have we done, my friends?