But now it seems that time is slipping backward.
NASA is dead.
We look back at hope as if it is an archeological find in the vast dessert of our isolation. We look towards reading fantasy, a time when things were better. The hope of going where no man has gone before has slipped into the medicinal ether. We only want to hold our cars up with duck tape, and hope that someone, or something will come and save our day.
Would John Wayne stand for the wimpy American Men today? Have we grown to old? Have we put those foolish notions back into the toy box with Captain America? Down dark ether filled hallways. Life is sterile. Life is dull.
Is this what happens when after 20 years of finding our way against an unknown enemy, we finally give into the entropy of our large bulk?
I pray someday we will find our way!
For now I flip my cap inside out, and hope to rally, limping into a bright new promise.
Would John Wayne stand for the wimpy American Men today? Have we grown to old? Have we put those foolish notions back into the toy box with Captain America? Down dark ether filled hallways. Life is sterile. Life is dull.
Is this what happens when after 20 years of finding our way against an unknown enemy, we finally give into the entropy of our large bulk?
I pray someday we will find our way!
We read the sci-fi in the 50s and 60s but we didn't really listen to it. Or maybe the controversial stuff didn't get spread broadly enough.
ReplyDeleteTechnology to the rescue!
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