This one time

For this one time
that we appear
collect possessions
to shade the fear
unanswered questions
leave us behind
sometimes amusing
so I don't mind
here and now boys
the future shock
don't say your crippled
when you can walk
unearth this object
that you call friend
where does it start
where does it end...this one time

This poem is about: 
Our world

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