Conservation

Dwellers on this undulating carpet

Masterly weavers of a concrete blanket

Losing the chance to be transformed

By putting a price on comfort’s warmth

The carpet’s always on the move

Where we were a moment ago, hard to prove

After the creative blast came to pass

Now its an idyllic stroll on cosmic grass

Eternity’s patient, it’s out of time’s grasp

While an unerring clock holds the mind in a clasp

Making it run in unpredictable swerves

Wrecking the stillness in our nerves

We are driven around our cosmic preserve

On a carpet, least we can do is help conserve

We are free, there is neither a door nor a window

And the sky will never cast a shadow