It is the universal failing
Of smarter than average humans
To feel they see the future better
Than the average humans around them,
Although randomly sampled genius
Graphs out the same supreme unreason
Spanning unlikely scenarios
From millennial Utopias
To an imminent apocalypse
As can be found in an average pub
Just before happy hour, when the sots
Who have survived evening and morning
Plumb their depths for nostalgic treasures
And urgent, grim prognostications.
Times have changed. Greater change is looming.
Brilliant, drunk, and average, the future
Remains our monster about to pounce.
Not even a god can save us now.