What happens?
When life transitions beyond the measure of your past
When the world builds a new, unadulterated stage
Beyond labor, or even wage
For a human life that’s meant to last
Through the fear and ambition of its own making
Where?
I would ask,
Is the future’s place
When it seems so rooted in the past
Through the eyes and words of an optimistic face
When it waits to exist and change, for a life that’s meant to last
