The Day

To the day where numbers were formed,
The world is filled with knowledge.

The second a genius gets an idea,
We humans become a catalyst.

As a new world is formed,
It is hard to fill a cup which is already full.

As we find love towards another,
The world lacks of it.

The day the earth stood still,
that is the day we regret out actions.

To the last syllable of recorded time,
That, is when we start over the poem.