The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
Materialism’s at its Zenith Now
But, Money can’t buy God nor ever will,
It’s not about Perfection
But, all about Connection,
The look in your eyes is no surprise,
The fear I see is meant to be
I think I knew who lived here once
And, I think, I knew him well,
Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
When Orange, nay Red, is the colour of the sky,
Is AI the way forward, or
Out there to destroy Humanity,
O waning moon, where do you go?
Why are you not on constant show?
Milestones are milestones, mere distance recorders
How you travelled and journeyed unknown,
Each grain of Sand does a message carry
Stagnation’s ruin, do not tarry,
Never has the world so lost its way
As it has, alas, so sadly today,
O how immortal is the soul,
And how fatal is desire,
If this valley in which I wander,
And the hills surrounding it,
If the box was full of Evil
Why was it gifted at all?
Certainly, do what you think you must
To keep your country ‘first’
When I look back at the years gone by
I do so with a gentle smile
The ferocity of the good ol’ sun
The serenity of the moon,
Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?