lost and found

the forecast indicates a demise
don't worry it's nothing you should emphasize
just another second, minute, hour
wait twenty eight times and it'll finally turn sour
life as it is can't remain sweet
an excuse for all who can't find a seat
western times have erased eastern minds
the television, one of our greatest finds
a surreal device unseen in nature
lacking the substance of a symphonic overture
sixteen miles compared to a lifetime
all that's needed is a dash of salt and a squeeze of lime
to make this journey a valuable one
and the path that takes us closer to the sun
hundreds of eyes join along for confused stares
as valiant men enter dragon lairs
fortunes have crossed with fate
proving the next theory can not be late
with an au courant picture drawn in the clouds
and the sun's rays breaking it into shrouds
the remains of purpose buried beneath the ground
failing to make an appearance in the lost and found