We must wait for the future to get here

We must be patient, we must wait according to the will of collective efforts
we must wait for the future to get here, against all passions of uncertainty
there are buffer zones of impatience that force us into a call and response
like a torrid grasp of want and of that desire shall fall, then so will hope

To degrees that we might forget our own place in this current time
there is evidence that we can only make an impact in our current iteration
humanity must figure how to work with each other on its own
according to its best ability until one day that carpet tool is magnified

We cannot sell out our best efforts as though only another time frame
is more deserving, of our presence and efforts and sequential time-likeness
there is no strength we possess today that can more beneficial tomorrow
if the world is not ready for the future neither can we be so prepared

Paintings against lawn-train strollers like a passway in the morning light
and that is the point, isn’t it? Against all reason and ransom hardware
we are only the temptations of current-age will and praxis, doorway soldiers
we must be patient for the future to get here as we cannot have a better standard
Fortune of life-time existence without growing together into staple-farm edicts
Will-paths, like forming in the streets where passion and station did meet in tall dross bends