Future Deep - 2024

I exist in a universe not your own:

Behold the seagulls, behold the crows;
Rows of grain, and field of gain
Feigning their success with the rest;
Besting each other like husband and lover
The secrets uncover like gold to discover

No wonder we smolder
The rain may be older
But boulders break shoulders;
And though earth is older
We children are bolder
And though we may hold her
She beckons her soldiers
No army she bolsters, with pistols in holsters
We sing and we toast her, for boasting we boast her!

The future is plenty for dimes and a penny
So give, and give plenty!
Be tall, or be Venti
Be crow or be seagull, there’s always a sequel