Will the future be

Better than the past

What will come soon

Hopefully will last

For a very long time

And make us all better

As we go

Up now

Later than I should

Working later hours

Doing all I could

So don’t wait up

I will make it to bed soon

My bound title

Is something I have earned

My name

Is nothing more

Than what I have learned

A near future

Is a dear future

And dear future

I hope is better

Than today

The sacrificial soul

Taken down

So others can rise

Given away a chance

With the morning sunrise

But guilty before proven

I have a tough time choosing

Between

Right and wrong

When human past indicates

We are seldom right

And mostly wrong

Street jeans

Worn everyday

Out on the road

Looking for a home

There are the same

Jeans

I wore

From a year ago

And many more

Death to small business

Rise to the superpower

Death to individualism

Rise to the homogeneous thought

No more pluralism

We all tune in to the same

Scheduled program

Choose red or blue

And move on

The new way

Has no individual path

Rather a complete

One

Voice

Homogyny

Irony

Fit in or be cast away

Relegated to the depths of

Social rebuke

Heaven forbid

We think for ourselves

That would be moot

Full of controversy

So just fit in

Watch it all

Take it in

As everyone else does

And wave goodbye

To individuality

One to ten

How angry or zen

Are we as a county

I am certainly not exact

In my knowledge

But most people

Seem

Angry

All the hype

All the build-up

To what

For what

Is there real change in the

Air

Or just a new way to declare

More of the same

With new names

I hope the hype can settle

So we can get back to

Work

The stuff that no one

Really want to do

Except me and you

I have my own

Badge of pollution

That I make every day

As I go through the motions

I have to adhere to a higher calling

One in which I can rise

And stop falling