musing on the future...

(the first two lines are song lyrics by Casting Crowns...i really liked them and was inspired to write this: )

are we happy plastic people
under shiny plastic steeples?
are we silken, sad, uncertain
in a room a silver curtains?
in where darkness dwells our secrets
spilling fire to our weakness
knowing not where lies the key

swiftly sweetly blow the ashes
of a youth that quickly passes
until an emerald kiss proves suture
to a wound that was the furture
do we accept the great Divinity
and surrender to the Trinity?
to become what we could be? or not.