tomorrow
Oh, how the years roll by,
the floodgates of time thrust open.
We’re overcome by a tide
of change, of creation.
We’re in the wake of a living future.
A Tomorrow
unfolding like a fantastical plot.
“Who would’ve thought?”, you sigh.
“Who would’ve thought?”, you sigh twenty years from now.
We’re flowing, and we’ve entered the rapids.
The ship of mankind
sails into the horizon of mind numbing possibilities.
Do not blink your eyes. Not even for a second.
The unimaginable has come to be.
By Nityaansh Parekh
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