Seems to me at first glance
That a lot is left to chance
When you study the past
You find what didn’t last
Wondering how it connects
Into the future and directs
The paths yet to be
Flowing into our infinity
It’s there in the confluence
All the things that come to influence
What is and what shall come to be
Short change for the likes of you and me
Books, watches and dial telephone
Now all seem so very standalone…



