The Slippery Secret Of The Future Poem by John Sensele

The boulevard to a fragrant future marries a maze
Laced like a spider web in a haze of a daze
Perceived like a mirage on an acrid afternoon
Blinding a parrot who can no longer croon.

The future fixes its secrets in God's mind
Where folks despite multiple intelligences remain blind
However hard they forge ahead
As on stout walls they bang their head.

Brains build machines and invent technologies
But fall short of unlocking the future despite eloquent eulogies
For great minds who endeavored to understand
Secrets hidden in the future's brand and hand.

Frustrated and deflated folks take to libations
To quench the thirst of defeat in conurbations
Where in droves they build a metropolis
Hoping to unlock the future with a bouquet of bliss.