Future Poem by John Prophet

Future.
Look
around.
What's seen?
Heads bent.
The new
god.
Faces
in screens.
Mind
absorbing,
transporting
elsewhere.
Surroundings
melting
away.
In a
different
place.
In a
different
state.
Different
state of
mind.
Structures
straining.
Foundations
cracking,
less stable.
Losing
focus.
Focus on
reality.
Old ways
dying.
New ways
unknown.
Terrain
untrodden.
Path forward
hazy, unsure.
Runaway
technology
spinning
uncertainty.
Spinning
into the
unknown.