Fly by
Things seem to go very fast
Little kids running through the grass
Not a worry in the world
Then you look up an you're reading the Omaha World Herald
You think to yourslef, wow this is very strange
As you find yourself better adapting to change
You can't prevent the future
You can only adapt to the new features
As you see yourself telling your grandmother by
While watching a fly
This poem is about:
Our world