Distant Things

If man were to travel to the ends of all time, Where would his journey take him - and what would he find? How distant the future no man can know; He may have many - or no more, tomorrows. Given a thousand more years Earth may be a cinder; Humans could exist in a cold, perpetual winter. Man could live in a virtual utopia; Or perish from pride and selfish myopia. Nature can decide that which man can't foresee; Maybe tomorrow, his land could fall into the sea. A storm can cause havoc and wreak sorrow in our lives; Only God knows, who lives and survives. A birthday is distant to a young child; As we grow older, we're not so beguiled. Waiting for a loved one, to come home from the war; Awareness of a fear you just can't ignore., Perception of time, determines our reality; Our life as we live it, determines what our life will be. A moment in time can a legacy set; A miscalculation, our greatest regret. Man's on a very tenuous path, Fighting, unworried, of the aftermath. Developing arsenals of weapons that kill; Failure to heed the lessons that history instills. Distance is a perception, that's only in our minds; We could live forever, if only we could find - A means to exist one on one with the world, Holding our banners high, a new perspective unfurled.