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Futuristic I may be

But soon I’ll be forgotten

When I am old with dust and glee

And my usefulness has rotten

Marvels come and go so fast

I’ve marveled at myself

In awe was lost I’d never last

In a market without helm

Futuristic I can’t stay

For time is just a burden

Tomorrow’s dream was yesterday

With a nightmare surly lurkin’

Sleeping on a shelf for now

But soon I will be bought

And years from now remember how

I once was in all thought