This is an old poem I wrote a long time ago, just sharing it because its relevance in my life seems somewhat familiar given that I wrote this well before I ever got into computer (I was going to be a professional musician at this point in time):

We’ve paved the streets of heaven
in circuit boards and glass
and the joy it brings in this lifetime
never seems to last

And minute steaks and rice and prayers
hold us over for a while
the trade of love for business
is a signature of style

Work so hard for 2,000 feet
two cars in a garage
60 hours a meager week
in this life’s intense barrage

Where are we going?
are our hearts broken?
I guess it’s a work in progress
I guess it’s a work in progress [ed.: See the double entendre there?  I was so clever]

We paint the face of Jesus
in a lovely modern mark
He loved to walk and teach us
He loved to love from His heart

[ed.: and apparently that’s all I wrote]

I think this was supposed to be a song, but I don’t find any trace of chords, nor do I recall any 🙂