We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.
“It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain.

For now we have the Internet and text,
connections to assuage the social brain.
We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.

We did it to ourselves. No demon hexed
us or enchanted us to aim for gain
preposterous, all wax and never wane.
We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next.
Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain.
“It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain.