Pack your bags,

Only the young, no hags,

Only into the future will be your direction,

Won’t be able to go back to catch Christ’s resurrection…

Once in the future though,

From there back you won’t be able to go,

Stuck there unless how to get back they know,

If you did come back, all you know now,

Will have ceased to exist,

Will cats speak & dogs then meow…?

Can we see the passage of time,

On our trip forward,

Will the world then be slime,

Will we materialize on water,

Standing for a split second looking shoreward…

Unable to comprehend,

The future we couldn’t on tape apprehend,

Perhaps we could waste time and send a monkey,

Send him with a seed, see if he returns with a banana,

Or somethin’ else just as funky…

© ed ~ 9/10/08