Tom's26

Honestly, I’m scared for what the future may bear 

a rooted feeling of inevitable despair. 

I’m sincerely scared if the next world will be fair. 

I don’t know if we will make it there. 

Humanity at present is a participatory peace of paper: 

Crumpled and wrinkly, filled and spilled to its margins, ready to rip and tear. 

Black and Purple ink, smudged and scribbled leaving only small specks of purity on our side of the paper.  

The footprints of carbon and capitalists have indefinitely muddied the icy sheet. 

Very soon the paper will have to flip and flick, before our culture turns to Vapour. 

This time the paper will be pre-emptively smudged, clouded with our digital footprints. 

Will we exist in the cloud? 

Unable to think or be heard in the loudness  

 will we speak and write or be constricted and constrained to text? 

Will we consume clout until we reach the other side? Will we even move onto the next?  

Or will we stay rooted to the paper?  

We are small yet significant A slithering slice of the universal tree forever growing greener and greater. 

Doomed. It’s perfectly ample, our disobedience has banished – no. Barred? No. Blocked!  

Us from paradise. 

On his planet, to survive and thrive you feel like you must don a disguise 

You. In reality, to survive and thrive need only to ingest, inject and die gest: 

Ingest Food 

Inject News 

And Digest the trinity of philosophy religion spirituality. Those make me blessed, chaperoning me on my quest, to do the best. 

Father, will you rescue them with the blue beam of the Rapture? 

OR will Technology trespass? Abandoning them at the scrapyard. 

Beware, for I am the Bard.