Friday, January 15, 2010

The Future

Well,
It's begun.
Time
Marches on
And the call
Of the future
Is drifting
In on the wind
Of the present.

So
How 'bout now?
Our days
Don't know how
To bore us --
That's the trouble.
But maybe coming 'round the bend
There's some ho-hum gonna begin.
For now it's
Every day a battle
Every day pitting our all
Against all the world
Throws at us.

Of course
We must have our wits
About us
No slack on the line
Is gonna save us
In that moment
When the ready are ready
And everyone else wonders
What hit 'em.

Still,
We wait
And see
The tunnel's terminal light
Glow brighter,
Pressing on
Though long
The distance untraveled,
Fighting on
Though few
The virtues untrammeled.

Yes
It's begun.
Indeed,
Time marches on
With the call
Of the future
An inescapable summons
Of death
Of life.
And the only answer
Is either
To live
Or die.
Can you hear it?
Do you hear it?
Will you hear it?
Live!

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