Destiny

Humanity treads the high wire,

balancing a bar born of war and peace,

left and right,

red and blue,

the colours of the rainbow.

If the bar tilts more than

the other, on one end loaded

by its lies, humanity slips,

And falls existence to a sleep

The high wire tensed;

the circumference of Earth -

stretched from A to B

The A a past a primitive,

The B a sentience a vision,

spanning universal space.

If the balance is achieved,

Then humanity succeeds,

it's knowing now in all degrees,

what future we could be.

Michael J Waite 08^th May 2009 0305hrs.