The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can't avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering into unforeseen futures, the wounds in it's crust now needing serious sutures. But what have you done today? Was the herring so red and foolishly fleeting? Did you cast out your line to catch a hurting heart, still sore and barely beating? And the world teasingly twirls on it's axis; eternal. The fire at it's heart heating life's long inferno. But what have you done today? Do the blinkers you wear make it easy to deny? Do the forests, the sea's and abundance of life need to die? And the world keeps rolling, yet from inside and out hear it desperately calling to a future now in doubt. But what have we done today? Have we nothing left to offer to the world that feeds our hearts? The Mother offers her all and in reply we tear her apart! ...and the world starts to shudder, wondering what we'll do tomorrow? * Written by Darren Scanlon, March 2014. Revised on 13th March, 2016. ©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.