O what a world we have,

Or the world which have

Us;

Sent some 

total population to grave;

How naive 

Was I,

 not to understand, 

It was all a lie;

Said by 

The absolute victor,

After his victory was nearby. 

 

We have shortcomings,

And stories that are saddening.

But it never was a reason,

To stop marching;

As if it was a treason.

What if 

 Is it a mistake season?

 

I guess there is enough freedom;

For error from trial,

In things real.

The new reality

Is just like the side mirror says,

“It is faster than it seems”.

The present took the hint,

And started to sprint.

It is just like a airline,

In the condition of mint.

More crowded ,

Than ever it was

And sadly,

Ever it will be.

Everyone tries to a board,

But someone always misses out.

 

The plane never stops

Until you pause,

So this time I will break my past chains,

Cut future ropes,

Without any loss;

I will try get on to it;

At least, at last.

There maybe a stampede,

And have a chance to impede,

I will sensibly speed

And will repeat,

I ain’t afraid

Of getting behind.

Lets get on,

And go beyond 

The past,

to a future we long

And we all belong 

In this instant,

Which we all have.

                                 -geardy