Yesterday's tomorrow

Where has that world gone?

If it were not would we even notice it's presence?

Or, like so many, would it be as things understood?

Taken for granted and trained to see past.

The background blurs as we create the illusion of movement.

Getting the taste of how we aught to control this growth.

It's not the slope that is slippery

but our desire to loose traction

when engulfed by what interests us.

A misguided morbid curiosity complete.

It drives more work and striving

than the best intended "Get Well Quick" scheme.

The edges become nothing more than the amalgamation of things once revered,

now cast aside for the light at the end of this infinite tunnel of life.