Face of the Future

Cannot be captured

Like a fleeting thought

A glint in a winked eye

A desire sought

But never caught

A mixture of stuffs

A mulish essence

Tumbled and artful human

Her quintessence

Of six senses

There will be no other

She is peerless

An infinite-pieced puzzle

Markedly fearless

Brassy world-weariness

In awe of our offspring

We can’t help but nurture

We struggle with boundaries

Aim to secure

Not butcher

Their future