Looking Into the Future
Inspired By:
“All the world is a stage”
“By: William Shakespeare”
We all live on a bubble,
Round and spinning around holding on.
Captured with no other place we can go,
with sights and dreams creating new toys.
Then anger appears and we send man to war,
once at peace then, killing man.
It is a natural way of living, facing death.
From birth to old we spin on this world,
looking for love traveling down a road,
eventually ending,
then tinkering and tattling as children at play,
not knowing what brings the next day.
Beautiful women,
casting a spell,
while mans head spins with confusion.
This circle of life moves from day into night,
all thinking this life, is an illusion.
Speaking machines with ears attached
boxes with people playing as actors,
seen on a big screen.
A moving carriage without horses,
candles burning without fire, wick or wax
Nothing will change from here into the future,
except new toys and mans new games.
For man will keep spinning until,
THE END
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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