Illusory as it may sometimes seem
Our big blue marble does in space float
We have, or supposedly, plenty of water
Plenty of air and most of all plenty of people
But are we overstocked with an apparent lack of humanity…
To watch how our humanities have evolved
We see our children pummel each other to unconsciousness
Sometimes it seems we live in a dream
As far as I am concerned we all should at once scream…
For our world is being observed by others
Other races, deities & immortal mothers
All working to see this world succeed
All hoping that they did not waste of their seed…
Are we worth their help & guidance
Is what they foresee our end or
Just a new beginning or are we
Heading for subsidence…
DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW…?
© ed ~ 4/8/08
I would be so bold as to merely move one letter - T - and change your Illusion into a Remedy - OPTICAL then becomes TOPICAL ...
"1 a: of, relating to, or arranged by topics <set down in topical form>
b: referring to the topics of the day or place : of local or temporary interest <a topical novel> <topical references>
2: designed for or involving local application and action (as on the body) <a topical anesthetic> <a topical remedy>
Kind of like that BLUE OINTMENT that one applies for BLUE-BALL CRABS!
:) :) :) TK.
Peace,
Dan
Love Tinka
Brother, you are getting literary heavy!
Georg
Excellent write!
God bless you. Kathy
~W~
Keep "runnin' the mouth, Ed". Reminders don't hurt anyone.
Micke