The Slippery Secret of the Future

The boulevard to a fragrant future marries a maze Laced like a spider web in a haze of a daze Perceived like a mirage on an acrid afternoon Blinding a parrot who can no longer croon. The future fixes its secrets in God’s mind Where folks despite multiple intelligences remain blind However hard they forge ahead As on stout walls they bang their head. Brains build machines and invent technologies But fall short of unlocking the future despite eloquent eulogies For great minds who endeavored to understand Secrets hidden in the future’s brand and hand. Frustrated and deflated folks take to libations To quench the thirst of defeat in conurbations Where in droves they build a metropolis Hoping to unlock the future with a bouquet of bliss.