My plans for the future
are in strife
with my life.
they keep me occupied
during meaningless times,
but when i need to focus
i delve into my dream ideas
and soar way
to an attainable future not to far away...
but thinking of my ideas
wastes too much time
that assignment is due at nine.
If only a day wasn't so short
and no longer full of clever retorts
towards me and my cohorts
that share these ideas,
i would spend hours on manifesting ideas
debating technology and how to use them,
how to harness astrosolar energy easier,
and no longer worry of the turbulence of renentry
into our blue marble awashed in the devoid sea.
Creating citadels, beacons of prosperity,
from marble and granite as Remus and Romulus had
crafting the city Rome with their hands...
dreaming of one day controlling all nearby land.
Transforming tech in more ways than one,
and use it to harness the light of the sun
in ways that have never been begun
or maybe i'd dream of a new home
a new call, a new tomb,
for humanity to count as habitable...
How the future veers awat from my grasp,
how its effects had broken the clasp!
As time goes on, time turns still
as the future enters the future
and the past becomes history
and my thoughts collect into mere sribbles
my descendants shall behold "this was a man
scholarly and bold in pursuit
of human improvement, a glorious truth"
i will lay bare, no thoughts left to tell
as those that had listened
left as well......and when i crafted
did they run back to cajole
in the mirth, happiness, and joy of my makings
and run into the brass bolted door...
To the reader that reads this minor tract
of words gurgitated from my mind
stay honest and fair, and wander with the dreamer
when no one shall, for you will find not only a friend,
a confidante, a compatriot, a friend,
but a trailblazer as well, where no one had seen
or envisioned what he would have been.
And when you stumble through your days
where the dreamer exists not,
remember you were there too as well,
when your friend changed humanity,
and freed it from its minor cell
awash in the devoid sea