A Pastoral Mindset in Modern Times

Society moves at a faster pace
Than it did when we were only children.
I feel like I’ve fallen out of the race
At the starting point back in the Garden.
I stayed behind to cultivate the land
While the rest fought to press the new button.
The trees and the ground do not have a brand
Which means it is not worth to be gotten.
I know it may seem a little drastic
That I would rather stay here with my plow
Than fill up my house with shiny plastic,
And to live in the past rather than now.
I know that this world will pass me by,
But I will not chose junk until I die.