What Has This World Come To?

I walk the streets at midnight
I am the only one
Cold, moonlit avenues
Identical
One intersection every block
Directionless
There is no difference
I am going nowhere
The starting point and the ending point remain constant
What has this world come to?

In forty-three years
This is what our society has become
There is no warmth
No connection between our souls
Television
Machines
Talking police cars
Our brains have been washed
Science over arts
We are new-born machines
Humanity itself is barely existent
What has this world come to?

Is this some sort of utopia?
No crime?
Because we are zombies with a common hobby
It is not perfection that we have reached
It is sameness
What has this world come to?