The Invention Age

Prior to invention,

there was prevention

What could it mean,

when something has never been

Is there existence before birth?

Were humans here before Earth? Was there a time before time? Or was there just nothing, darkness sublime?

Was there fire before a spark

Or did the sky provide the Arc

and did the field fill with smoke

Or is it one thousand hooves driven by cowpoke?

Ideas abound within my mind,

but it makes me sad to only find

there is no way to make these things...

you can't fly high without some wings.

Unless you just unleash your mind

And then you find that you can climb

The highest height in a single leap

The deepest depth without any feet

But we chain our minds

With things unkind;

Depression, self-attack,

not looking forward, always looking back

These chains we are bound

cementing us in the ground.

Medicated and Deprived,

Still, our minds won't arrive.

It's hard to flash with much insight,

with only fire to light the night,

those lightbulb moments will have to wait

for someone to open invention's gate.

Still, we cling to dreams and flight

Invent new wings as we shed fright

Forge the gates with grit and steel

Drive the future with mass appeal

And then the masses gain the might

To invent new art with creative insight

And invention has returned

With new things done and learned

A new beginning unfolds

where enlightenment’s never old

and the sun rises from the east

Our ideas like bread, are baked with Yeast

In the glorious dawn of a brand new day,

we lift our heads and bravely say

"We have these plans to craft and build!"

and in doing so, we are fulfilled.

Written by @MeeJong, @ledlevee, @dustygrein @ChrisSadhill