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My Poem July 16, 3003
The next door man
runs away with a woman,
the mother of her mother in law
300 years old.
a great great grandfather
has gotten his latest child,
an offspring with a 25-year-old
who looks his own age.
the child comes out of a bottle
in just a month the two
took their marriage vow.
and both are already thinking
about which university
to send him in two years' time
and the dreamed holiday
in the farthest reaches of space
in thoughtcraft,
a craft that flies as fast as thought
the latest technology that finally
unravels the mystery of space, time
and the wrong road men have taken
to conquer these two spheres the
past many thousand years.
all these thought patterns,
shackles that have bound men to their
seemingly unchangeable fates
have finally been hecked
and they finally could run free.
the revelation; every thing is mere thought,
human's and god's,
and men now have learnt how to go
around these thoughts to
altering every existing thing.
Just as stone age men have never
in their wildest dream think
we could travel in planes and watch television,
technologies available a thousand years
from now means we are
no better than the stone-age humans
as none of us would have expected
such wild changes in the lives
of men.
