A Walk Thereafter

In my time,
was just a man
victim of normality
functioning fast to fit right in,
In my time.....
asphalt streets 
divided city blocks
lined fresh color'd as 
black pressed tar,
where buildings rose
puncturing clouds
living a life working in the sky;
Millions being
what they were intended to be
the air polluted hard to breath,
In my time.

Feet trudge through brush and bush a 
wild fight, what seemed long while
a smooth stroll down the sidewalk,
great sky scrapers abandon
as I have now began to feel
peering societies once great erected structures
what's left now but ancient giant dinosaur bones.
In my time...
steel horses galloped highways into big long
messes, they litter the way today
rotting with decay,
mother nature here has stolen this show
animals that fear nothing roam to and fro
while others scurry a'bout
seem less distressed seeing me as a threat
I appear no longer atop the food chain.
Cries for someone....someone like me
echoes nil in that voice for it too doesn't want to be lonely, 
walking for miles with views of disaster 
never walking this much 
while in my time 
cherishing the earth
pondering....end results of how this could have happened.
What remains homes, no homely feeling they give
thinking of surviving on the outside 
hard adjustments to ways the ferral live,
thoughts only succumb 
for places better to dwell,
how bout beach sand and sea surf..........
maybe, just maybe we were better off
extinct from this earth;

My time,
was in my time
and now in my head, 
if not the 
last of the last
I'd surely be dead,
of those millions intended to be
stripped away from the mighty eye,
just one, walks navigating the unfamiliar thereafter
reciting........survive!