When we will stand and greet the future
Then doff the cloak of the darker times
Where is the cure?
Where is the plan?
To unite the world of the faltering man?
Here are the lights and the wires and the frame
Of a future so bright
With a pilot so dim
Book of faces for time and long lost spaces
This world is rife of future endeavors
Yet still I wonder if things should ever get better
For every advance in machine and means
We step away further from being
Human is a word of days late
To be feared and surpassed
To be treated as one more affliction
Technology and all its wondrous things
Stand hollow to the course on which man has placed its feet