Will Robinson

 

I wake up in the morning,

to see what the new day brings.

Is the change of peace dawning,

does the bell of freedom ring?

 

And the Robot says,

“Warning! Warning!

Danger Will Robinson.

Overload is inevitable.

Crash and burn, likely.

Prognosis of survival: Not good.”

 

I venture forth into the world,

all hope dashed by the morning news.

It’s all I can do to make it through the day,

emotionally battered and bruised.

 

I want things to be different,

I want life to be good.

But every indication is,

things are as they should.

 

And the Robot says,

“Warning! Warning!

Danger, Will Robinson.

The tide is quickly rising.

The ship of fools is sinking.

Prognosis of survival: Not good.”

 

I crawl into bed at night,

the lights on dim.

I fear for my soul,

and know chances of salvation are slim.

 

I curl up beneath the sheets,

and quake with terror in my mind.

I know tomorrow will be the same,

the world is so unkind.

 

And the Robot says,

“Warning! Warning!

Danger, Will Robinson.

You’ve got to stop before it’s too late.

You have some control over your fate.

Prognosis of survival….

Prognosis of survival….

Prognosis of survival….

 

-- R. A. Melos

Copyright 2006

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