Wandering In Maze Poem by graham watmuff

I wandered lonely in a crowd not troubled worried or bowed but like a fool fumbling in the fog, happy in the company of strangers. From flint to steel I tend to feel were like wild animals with brains once we hunted and gathered now were in chains a fool looking for a tool from the distant past while around us like babbling monkeys we devise are brothers downfall as we walk towards are destiny my thoughts get lost in the fog.