When technology finally removed nature,
We lost our connection to the earth.
Flowers became coloured pixels,
And the wind became an mp3.
Animals existed only in .jpg form
And protein was lab-based soya
Our dreams were induced by wired synapses
And songs were generated by computers
We sat in our homes alone
With no interaction with others
Nothing to see outside – no need to go out
And no purpose, except to exist
And so we died out, one by one
Nothing to feel or hear
That wasn’t artificial
And our dreams became our coffins