what it was.

In fifty years time they will wonder how we did this. 

They will ask us how we survived, or how we found ourselves fulfilled.

In fifty years time, they’ll ponder how it was to think freely, or lead lives as we dreamt to.

They’ll ask of the feeling of grass brushing across our skin, or the song of the common bird.

In fifty years time, they’ll confuse themselves over the inequality between man and computer.

They will question why technology were machines, not friends.

In fifty years time they’ll ask us how it was to go outside, or feel the breeze on our youthful faces. 

They’ll ask us how the air smelt in spring, or how the heat stung in summer.

In fifty years time they’ll ask us how it was to live.

They’ll ask us how it was to live on planet Earth.

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