Wisdom and Age and Maturity

Retrospect is such a wonderful weapon to flagellate sleepless nights
Regret is just an awful emotion
Success is no insulation to age-old insecurities
The flame that burns in my chest flickers, flares and ebbs

The joy of memory, past and present
Keeps out the cold and brightens the future
There will be space travel, and flying cars, and cures for everything
Happiness and dreams power the motivation and hope

The tribal forms keep coming back over and over again
Will we ever truly evolve?
The only certainty, the only salvation, the only future
Of love,  for one another, stays elusive