A Captain Speaks

As a bit stream,
Into which river would you flow
If given the choice?
All is ahead, it is all there for you
Yet to be discovered.

You have motion and you dreams.
You burble some times with love.
And the restlessness of youth
Drives the conviction
That You alone hold the power of the future.

You concentrate in droves
And Placard your demands for change, 
And march with a stupor.
You refuse to revisit our past,
Having no time for history.
How will you learn?

We offer ample time to be understood,
But the precious wisdom
Is not accessed, not even a byte.
Afterall who can look up the future?
Who would dare?

Our engine shares with all
Because of life.
It speaks and will listen to all
Because of life
It will forgo for all
Because of its own imminent death.

There are a myriad reasons
To fear the past,
It haunts in the chromosomes,
It leaches from the skin.
It forgets nothing.

And the time table of truth
Tests the water in which all drown.

There is nothing as unsure
As the certainty of youth.
Life is total or nothing.
But the ransom of worthiness
Is written in the hearts of people.

And the Captain recalls everything
As the ship is sucked under.
That the avoidable plot line
Was too rich for the young.
Too sweet and too sickening.

Whilst the tables had been turned.
Unfortunately,
The Baton too was dropped.
And as the Delta is approached,
The dead dangle.

© 2018 Christopher Thompson. All rights reserved

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