When will our footprint be uncovered?
When will our magic be discovered?
Is our poetry worth the ink,
Or worth the time to click a link?
Will our feckless race toward rank,
Give our integrity the shank?
In our haste for social proof
Will our conscience stay aloof?
Can we discover peace in meter
If only our eyes are the reader?
And everybody wonders, did he really lose his mind?
No, he was just a poet who lived before his time.
Jimmy Buffett, Death of an Unpopular Poet