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