Monday, April 11, 2011

Day 11 of NaPoWriMo

A Lament For The World Of Tomorrow.

Power from the atom,
Ships to the stars,
Colonies on other worlds,
Flying cars.
All dreams of the 20th Century
Turned into daydreams
And fantasies
In the 21st Century.
Where once
The sky was the limit,
Now the limit
Is indeed the sky.
Where did our drive go?
Who drained our spirit?
Culprits too many
On right and left,
Of the people,
And of the beautiful people,
All of whom are to blame
For why the future is so lame.
The world outside my window
Is increasingly a small
And terrible place.
Filled with too many
Who race to be
More common than the last.
Rather than be extraordinary
Exemplary,
Stellar.
The days drag on
Until the end of day.
Plain and small,
Tribal
And myopic.
And yet the stars still
To me.
If only, if only…

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