Most of my travels, this life,
Always inner thoughts, feelings, emotions,
That I am floating through the wrong period in time,
Often looking through, the obvious outside,
To the reason, and truthful signs,
Moments thinking ahead, others sorting the past,
The longevity & value of our human race, falling behind,
Most judged by what they do, and their worth,
The person alone, less important, than dollar signs,
Computers, robots, driverless cars,
All created, to eliminate people, in future time.
Tom Maxwell ©
10/12/2019 AD
2: 00 PM
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