The Machines Of Time

Science will construct them on a far day:
The beautiful machines in glitter and chrome
To project the mind in a wonderful play
Like a lightening flash to Utopia's dome.

Robots and cyborgs will do the hard labor,
Humans at leisure create dashing art,
Everyone is at peace with his neighbor:
Time is the flight of a tranquil dart.

Or will they be used for strife and quarrel,
For enslavement of men and manipulation:
Violence spreading from a laser gun's barrel
Across landscapes barren with radiation?

Yet I see further ahead with eternity's eyes:
The machines of chrome will rust and shatter.
Our future waits beneath alien skies,
Mind stays the key to the lock of matter!