Away from Home

I see the future vividly,

Where nothing belches flames;

Where trains no longer chuff,

And where few carry names.

The chugs have turned to silence;

Machines now run on gloop.

The year is 3031,

A monotonous loop.

A storm, the only rumble,

Would beckon stares above.

The sizzles of the firewood,

No one has learned to love.

The snicks on every building,

Have turned a vague perfection.

Now each and every whizz

Is under constant detection.

Everything has turned metal,

Resounding hollow whacks.

The boinks of inattention,

Extinct with walking maps.

Born on another planet;

Breathing under a dome.

Such is the way of life,

So far away from home.