Getting in front

Getting in front But backwards

We are all escaping From a dream Not of our making

Into a dream we Know cannot last Longer than the drugs Oozing through Our midst

Winter is coming So, we built a tent When we should have sown a sail But we cannot Outrun what is on the Horizon

We hold our collective Breath And squint Fingers clutching at The last straw

But however much Effort we dance Into existence In our colorful Secondhand bots

The love revolution Is stuck in Neutral The breaks are Off But so is the Engine

As we celebrate Bad art We burn what we Built to the ground Ashes inside Soap bubbles

We hide behind a vail Of tolerance We don’t afford The normies

We forget that Either we all make it Or none of us will

I for one want to Start sowing but First we must Arm ourselves With more than Ropes and silliness

How do we turn The motor on When we don’t even know How it works We wear fabric from Far away Built by machines We pretend to despise

We celebrate equality But forget that Even among Hippies Some are much more Equal than others I don’t like hiding

Behind the weight Of the pen But it is the price I pay A burden not of My own choosing

I’d much rather be Inside than out But only the one In orbit can see The obvious

There is no Planet B

No matter how much In front we think we are We keep on getting The signals backwards