Golden sun and molten chocolate
under a tree
full of birds singing
babies swinging and slipping
an old man sleeping
in dreamy reverie.

I took the second right
and right before me
emerged the paradise.

They pecked my cheeks
the children unescorted
wind spreading soft on my skin
their rose tinted saliva.

I pushed a swing
and her giggles
filled the air with mist.

She soared
and when almost
her feet touched the sky
came down upon the grass.

I took the second right
and there wasn't a park,
only dusty grills
with a rusted lock.

The rosy lips
were still whispering
on my cheeks.

All leans with the wind;
leans into, leans back;
no mercy to any frailty;
whisked away-
never to be seen again.

We've been living in the future
Since yesterday has passed
What will be tomorrow
Is anybody's guess

Will there be rocket ships to give us lifts
To where we want to go
Or sit on the couch and figure out
It all with mind control

Will we still gravitate to stuffing face
Or take our meals in pills
And will I still avoid the ones
That are clearly marked vegetable

Will the sun still shine on
To illuminate mankind
Or will our pasty complexions
Come from electric candlelight

Will we solve all of our problems
Yet still hang on to a few
Smoke em if you got em
After all what have we got to lose

While living in the future
With yesterday long gone
When it comes to tomorrow
What could possibly go wrong

He walked on into his shadow
ploughing into the dust
bearing the full weight of the sun
climbing deeper, further
from the warmth, closer
to the damp where light
is a mere rumour,
a seed's blind hope.

when everything fails well it is never possible it never is that everything fails somethings always survives _____