It's Times Like These Noah Built An Ark
Thing's and the time's are a changing
and moving at such a tumultuous
and fluid rate
The blinking rapid eye movement
can barely keep up pace with it
at all
Unfortunately like everything in life
sometimes progress also has a dark
downside to it as well
We only later find out to our detriment
and cost when we eventually catch up
And then we have to begin and find
ourselves picking the bones out of it
and the long and hard process
Of righting our many wrongs which
when once done and set in stone
Take far more time to fix than they
did to create
For every cause also has and comes
dually precipitated by its counter butterfly
effect
And that in part will not so much as be
a simple ripple or a tremor
But be much more like akin to a tsunami
tidal wave of biblical proportions
The likes of which will make the age
old tale we we're taught in school
about
Noah and his Ark seem like mere
child's play just a man in a boat
caught out cold in a precipitous
rain storm
What is far more relevant truth be
told to me is he like us was given fair
warning but listened and heeded to
the advice given
Whereas what we tend to do is rather
just tut and mutter under our breath
Would have could have should have
what if only and but , but , but
I was a fish I would now be happily riding
and surfing the crest of this wave
Until this here wave eventually begins
to ebb and tapers out and huts the
shore and someone shouts dry land ahoy
Then I wish to be a fish no longer and
be returned to my once former self
So I can walk once again upon dry land
As if nothing has changed at all straight
right back to my old life of catching butterflies
just for fun and my own entertainment
Back to feigning progress isn't anything
but regressions well disguised in
actuality that is enabling us to do less
and less each passing day
Because we are so busy we barely have
a single second left to save a second more
Doing barely what exactly less than nothing
at all apart from spending more quality
time tapping touchscreen keys
On our new best friend what used to
be nothing more than just a phone
That we now can't seem to leave alone
for or constantly check for longer than
a matter of second's not minutes
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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