I’m smiling at the future with a full-forward “hello”
And it has the nerve to smile back to me
I’ve always favored symmetry,
But never favored reason,
Yet there’s something in its smile that was
Crooked, full of wile
Something pungent, something vile
I haven’t got the nerve, yet,
To step down
Throughout journies, I’ve found a fancy
A delight in walking backward
It’s a beautiful sight to see the world coming straight at you –
At you, as in charging
As in merging in the margins
They are filled with beef and jargon,
Loaded facts and pasts and advice that no one would dare to listen to
You cannot learn from the mistakes of others
You cannot un-cliché a clichéd world
One where we scream about reality
Where we proclaim our fatality
One where we smile at the future,
Where we’re nurtured,
Where the sun kisses and the wind bites
Where our saints die and live to spite
And this future, without knowing us
Without sighting us or showing us
Can fancy us with plain beguile
By flashing a sweet, soft smile
By tricking us to tripping
Ticking forward, we’re all slipping
Into the future nonetheless
