Blinded By The Kicking Up of Dust

You seek confirmation for yesterday's visions.
With an assistance sought,
For clarity and comprehension.

And the speed at which things change,
Has a need for passengers riding...
Who are more receptive.

That is why you remain out of touch.
You are hesitating to wait to aboard,
Something much slower than a bus.

And those days have long been gone.
You sought no rush!
Now you find you are blinded...
By the kicking up of dust.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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