Day: August 17, 2023

I’d like to make myself believe
the young man’s dream I dreamt
to change the world’s heart
to one of love for one another

I’d like to make myself believe
people are by nature good
that we can live in peace
making the world a better place

I’d like to make myself believe
universal understanding
is a common goal
for this planet’s people

I’d like to make myself believe
we’ve not lost our faith
in the sacrosanct ideals
of an elevated life

I’d like to make myself believe
tomorrow can be a new day
but tomorrow finally comes
and it’s the same old day

I’d like to make myself believe
but empty runs the hourglass
and I’ve heard the daily news
once more — it broke my heart

yes, I’d like to make myself believe
I’d like to, really believe it
but sometimes I really wonder
if such hope — is simply bullshit

sure, technology is exploding
driven by a worldwide race
I refer to progress of the human
tech and gadgets don’t wear my face

why do the gears of this progress
seem so very mired in place
as if time itself has broken
human progress has lost its pace

surely there must remain
at least a few grains
in the hourglass
of possibility

but where’s the steady hand
of truth and wisdom
to reach and turn it
to make it be

Original digital surrealistic art:
“Broken Time”
by: rob kistner © 8/17/23

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rob kistner © 8/17/23
Poetry at: dVerse