Future Come
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Is our future bright and dusty
Must it rust and bust our trust it
Seems so fragile I could crush it
With a single blow

Is our future still in route here
Will it come with boots of rootbear
Let us drink and qwell our tears
And say farewell to the past of horror

Is our future still a time to
Climb to new heights and to find truth
That we found before but then ignored
In the time passed when we lived for

The future of tomorrow
That would take us from all sorrow
Let us live on wings of hope
Let us fly down over open slopes