Is Reality Unbending

Beneath ground level towns meddling Sodden streaming business circles Cheap entertainment and gossip Beyond the stop signs and road mines Potholes and exhaust steaming Future graveyards we are ingrained already It will be us on those bookshelves... Reaching out to communicate Our lives and what we know When all the dust settles And we realize timeless human Undergoing, underwent, forever curious Precarious our plunder into big bold Time Eyes dare to capture enchanting sunlight Black holes spin, morph, transist The interwebbing of psychic space Dream forms land, rain dances mate with fate Yes, I feel the past breathing, culture teeming Like waddling toddlers striving to make way Paying open minds for youthful beings Bashful in open air concerto yet still robust with authority's musty grenade Through loving every moment Of this silly, wonderous, unexplainable life