There is no throwaway Only moved to another place Things caught, bought, made The mess we make That floats and sails to the lands beyond That flies with the wind and is never gone Specks, dots, flecks Not leaving us alone Following in our bodies now their new home Enlightened but helpless What to do Changing costs, losses unprepared to lose Technology our saviour So we can stay the same Deluded into thinking we can be unchanged Values alter Emphasis on something else What is this new world we must make for ourselves Learning from before But using what’s known now Growing into adulthood somehow Fortune is a state or perspective Altered eyes accept the previously rejected Unconvinced cynics deeply dejected Hope and dreams to be realised Stepping forwards Bravery of the much maligned Immune and ready to be criticised Hands dirty, brow sweating Unmoved at being pushed aside Finding purpose an attractive prospect In achieving Humanity’s goal Happiness as a side effect