Times Are Edging In, a Time To Reset

Times are Edging in, a time to Reset The thick, meticulous and dreary cyclone evades, the once osculate atmosphere; With a dubiousness and vengeance in his eyes As of a dry Namibian December thunderstorm, The odds have since changed, as the choices remain slim, to men Finally the dance is to the walls, Optimism is an option, as the lever clings to man The times are chastised to man, to craft a future; The hands on the hour glass close in on a revolve For the meticulously strong vigorous, character of the world is now worn out, gasping for breathe on his knees After the exhaustion and degradations, exploitation Nations are overshadowed by financial overhauls: Diplomatic relations groomed over centuries, now tumble and rumble. The freshness is exterminated with toxic, irritating and slanderous - pollutions, choke the aromas and fragrance out, The evergreens are now a neo hypocritical call of extinct equatorial and tropical Lifelessness, exhibited by the once glamorous forest cover, The answer is, a reset that sings in the tranquil minds, of them; Policies, campaigns, intentions, attitudes and tools The time to adopt, assimilate less, remain extinct, At the merciless jaws of evolution.