Marching Where?

poem

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries…

All passing by, passing by

Some ask how and some ask why

Why, why

Some look upward to the sky

Others look inwards asking why.

Why, why

But regardless of how and why

 They continue marching by, marching by

Asking how and why

When the real question is, “Where?”

Like ants they continue marching by

But where….?

Into a sugary, sweet berry pie

Where the future’s good and fair?

Or some creature’s mouth to die

Where there is no future there?

Where?

Back home where things are dry

And the chance of a better future’s rare?

Beware….

For the real question is where

And it’s up to you to care.

Author's Note

Don't really agree with the home line, but it's true for some people and it's the only thing I could thing of that sounded reasonable.