Collapse time

We are at the crossroads – wondering
as the clock ticks non-stop
Will the plane touch the stars?
Will the lighthouse guide the ship?

A poet wakes up to write his piece
A flag is hoisted on the moon
Pyramids of power collapse
Fire-tipped arrows face guns

We are the crossroads – wondering
As the clock ticks non-stop
Will we be there till the world ends?
Will the planet collapse before we do?

Lucky Dip