The Way the World Moves

 I remember physics
The way we saw lines
Pushing and pulling things apart
Study the angles, measure the force
Use Pythagoras to find how fast and far
Something is destined to go.

I look at social media
And I see the vectors
Pushing us 
Invisibly 
Towards our final destination.

We write,
Speak,
And sing,
About how sad we are
About how much we wish
The past had never ended,

But we never seem to talk
About the way the world moves.

We don't talk about how many want more,
But other's think we need less.
We can't talk about how a few have everything,
While other's will never have enough.
When the time comes to blame someone,
Everyone's at fault.

But we don't see the lines
Pushing and pulling us apart.
We can't see the angles, we don't know the force,
And Pythagoras can't help us anymore.
All we know is that we'll end up somewhere,
But no one knows when we'll stop.