The Future Passage
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Don't plunder
Don't steal
Don't wanter
Astray

No blunder
Will heal
Or thunder
Away

No limit
Will edge
No freedom
Will call

Your life
Is adviced
Your life
Is a wall

Unsteady
Sometimes
And high up
It climbs

Into Used times
And to
A new

Future so fine
A blight sun that shines
Into skies of sulphur
And night falls divine

Into times to come
In timeless pursue
Of past that will last
And passage of new