My Future

Over an aforgato

We sit churning the color,

The reflection on the blue,

The textures, smells and sounds,

the on beat hymn.

Politics and current affairs,

We discuss the rise and fall,

Of the unknown splitting walls,

And the continuity of,

Not only the human race.

What does the human produce?

Where are future factories?

Are cities now new planets?

And what is universal time?

How does a doctor work?

Is the housing grown?

Is global warming solved?

The carrying capacity is met.

Joe Jackson “If there is a war between the Sexes, there will be no one left”