It is said the past reveals the future
And that history repeats itself.
Do you think that this rash and tired venture
Still holds the promise of direction for self?
Does the world follow the same rules and schemes?
Or has the quick techno/change-o internet
Given us new ideas, goals, and dreams?
We may be seeking a new fulfillment.
Each generation believed they were destined
To be drastically different than their ancestors.
The cycle continued and challenges festered
And many became capitalists and investors.
Now a new modern age is upon us
With computers, insta-gram, and artificial intelligence.
Where will we end up in the hurry and rush
To find the next quick, robotic advancement?
Somehow it seems we’ve taken an unique turn
That will no longer connect us to what we have learned
From the past, our parents, the earth’s history.
Maybe we can no longer envision futuristic imagery.
Good, bad, sad, exciting?
Let’s hope it’s inviting
And not the doom that some would show.
The future is unknown, uncertain…
It will be based on technology in the Universe.
Where do we fit in?
When will it begin?
It’s already set in motion … done!
The future has already begun!
A poem by Deborah A. Bowman