The tape

Images of past rewind in a mind

but suddenly an unprecedented error

and the tape splits and breaks

at the point of love.

Now in this new world order

there’s no manner and means

of joining again the damaged

that once reigned supreme.

But there’s a glitter and shine

on the road to the future

that neither holds a promise

nor the gift of life.

Yet walk we do one and all

proud of having so advanced

beyond the meaningful

and into the unknown.

How brave the multitudes

who sacrifice unknowingly

in their forgetfulness and disregard

of the seemingly outdated.

I’m not brave; I cannot be

when knowing that the point of love

is the place to stop, feel, see,

there’s no future without “you”!