Where do I go from here?
What do I really hold dear?
Decisions creep up on us from afar
And we always wonder who we really are?
Changing and rearranging everyday
Our moods in fickle alignment
But such allows us refinement!
Follow your heart!
We listen to the news
There isĀ unrest on our planet
We have tears and fears; people lose
Everything they have planned in
They don’t know which way to turn
The simpler things for which we yearn
Seem lost or sped up so fast
We no longer recognize the past
What about the future?
As I contemplate History
I realize that “Time” is but a theory
To placate our minds
Based on planetary signs.
The sun rises in the morn,
Descends as night forms.
What becomes of our abstract theory
When we relocate ourselves in Space?
Day and night, Time’s conceptual base,
Would cease to be.
A new tracking system would needs be devised
To organize and plan our lives.
What happens to the earth’s History
When years, centuries, eons in theory
No longer fit the criteria we see.
What if there is no day and night?
What a disturbing, chaotic plight!
But we don’t have to venture to Outer Space
To disrupt synchronicity and face
The moment of Time in our minds.
Time has no end, nor did it begin.
It is infinite, cylindrical, always has been.
Measured to make sense for humankind
In increments that we do not find
Anywhere else in the Universe.
The earth is but a tiny dot
In a mass of infinitly ruled by thought.
No past, no future, no present, no Time,
Only what we create in our minds.
The threads of History start to unravel
As soon as we theorize the concept of Time Travel,
Which exists, has always existed.
Our sense of order has continually resisted
The reality of moving forward or backward in Time
To create alternate HistoriesĀ in alternate realities.
When you create words in your mind
You never know what you will find
Masquerading as Time.
The Time continuum has no Time.
The Final Frontier is infinite in design.
Never ending, never begun.
Past, present, future–History–all one.
Create your words keeping in mind,
We all can travel through the theory of Time.
Deborah A. Bowman Ā© 2015
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?
Who knows?
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
Something to think about–our environment. Do we want that beautiful park bench left empty?
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 