Life force or light chores
which brings rise to thoughts of resource
Time is valued when works are in part
completed as a whole
Machinery the combustion tool
To speed us up or slow us down
The minds at work all of the time
Each new thought or a simple incline
With the force of tech today what stops us
or could cause us delay?
A fragility of fragmented self,
To bring about our own dismay
Will our creations bring us dust?
Or a brighter future to pass entrusted
To those who seek a different way
to pass the flame onto glorious paves
stretching to find that which separates
our existence from the grave