Time, or not

There is no ‘time’

Nor ‘history’

For peoples through the years

Look in their eyes

And you will see

The same undrying tears

The landscapes morph

The buildings fall

But people stay the same

Forever lost

Each one and all

Is blind and deaf and lame

I am not an astronaut

‘Reach for the stars,’ they say
‘And you’ll make it someday’
Believing fully in the pow’r of will

That with naught but your dream,
With riches you will teem!
Forgot have they that which will my dream kill:

I
Am
Not
An
Astronaut