This is the question
will tomorrow ever come
like living in doubt

Babbling brook flows
towards distant memories
and dreams of large seas

Thanks to industry
we'll go back to the stone age
turn another page

The candle stick
is burning quick
and will soon
be out of wick
keeping it lit
will really be
a trick
of magic
to see
if the flame
will remain
alive
sputtering
to survive
its light
flickering
in a soft
breath of air
will it be
dark
or light
again
burning
at both
ends

I am the future
unclouded by the present
or past memories

Implementation
Demilitarization
Self-Preservation

Life is always nice
when there is tranquility
and crisp fresh air after a rain
to breath in again and again
until my lungs
are about to burst
with a satisfying thirst for life
I drink in the colors
that this world pours out
and smile for a moment
no doubt