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