POEM: Think About It

Think about it:

What are we searching for?

What do we expect to find

In this great expanse of a universe?

Like turning 

over a rock

And finding 

grass or soil

And anticipating it

We are spoon-fed

From the time

When men first learned

How to speak

How to form words

How to communicate

It all got passed on;

Word of mouth

Handed over

From century to century

Millennium to millennium

Every generation taught

And told, and drilled

On how things should be

How things are

How things were

And how they will be

We are searching, yes

For some semblance

Of an existence

In a world

Where everything that can be done

Has been done

Where everything that can be known

Is known

We are searching

For our own paths

Our own destinies

And we must decide

Whether to accept

The word of mouth

Or think

For ourselves

Think about it

© Dean R Boic 2015