a Golem to a Golem

Stardust and attention spans,
we're all full, full of something, full of it
leaning away together makes one
odd looking shadow -- an instant hit.
Tom, if it could end, I'll take that whimper

Hoping for a bang,
instead a hollow thud,
you see what's in front,
you fear what's behind,
we fear the future,
whilst trapped in our pasts.

...but mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
in proving foresight may be vain...

Stardust and attention spans,
keeping balance while stepping backwards,
and single minute's choice,
to turn our head, and risk a fall,
to glimpse ahead, and see the path behind.

Pray for new ease,
instead of old,
know that if you are,
the only master of you,
then you are a slave to no-one,
but yourself.