Aquarius.
An age
not so
long ago.
Bell bottoms,
tie-dyes.
Simpler.
Naive.
A time
of song,
dance
and flowers.
Little
suspecting
what’s to
come.
Innocence
lost.
Beneath
the surface.
Development.
Change
taking
root.
New powers
in embryonic
form.
Growing.
Expanding.
Looking
skyward.
Technology
taking form.
Penetrating.
Subtly
expanding
percolating
throughout.
Endearing
to all.
Capturing
hearts,
minds and
souls.
Psychedelic
technology.
Influencing
thought.
Controlling
minds,
directing
actions.
Soon, a
global
spell was
cast.
A new
age dawned.
The world
of control
thus was
born.
Sweeping
innocence
away.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2023 18:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
Comments1
So very true John, those days were part of my life where life was so wonderful in the sixties and seventies.
Andy
Hi Andy,
Thanks for reading.
I have wonderful memories of those days.
Loved my bell bottoms and sandals
JP
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