Future

Forsake all questions, gone in time where how.

Passengers drag their luggage along the corridor.

Singing rises above a composer’s intention.

Positioned well, yet the signs’ meanings elude.

Future has arrived, it doesn’t even try.

This turn of events goes largely unnoticed.

The improvements are, frankly, only cosmetic.

Answers, even if the case, prove unsatisfactory.

To change the subject just for a minute,

There’s the tech check and homework to be done.

The phone call you won’t make’s the one you must.

Or again, to put it slightly differently,

Isn’t it a bit late in the day for this? Write a note to

Have another look tomorrow.