Future

About the future

I believe in a distant future, of freedom, of blank eyes and unsung truths.

Of serenades to the forgotten

To be honest, the future that I am absent from.

A future of busy hands colliding with hemispheres left and right

A future of unity through thought and not peace.

A future where the foolish drool over dusty artillery.

A future, oh glory, a future of the return of our race.

Wild, untamed, fearful, unknowing, children, confused and dwarfed by the majesty of space.

Where I will forever stay.

Generations of pompous apes will gaze upon my humble hut with disregard.

But there will come a time,

There will come a time when boys will be boys.

And girls will be girls.

When valleys chained will be set free.

When walls in seas will bow to me.

As waves curl and careen, grazing jagged corpses.

Calmly floats our demise, slowly sifting through empty oceans.

Inching towards us with growing certainty.

That we have failed,

We foolish few,

We have failed.

Although, there is hope.

Hope in me, in you, in all.

Feeble minded and weak, flesh identical from one to two.

That one day, talk of future will echo through the unpaved streets.

And you will listen.

The glaring stupidity of the words that face you now will be apparent.

But listen to me, you’re free now, go share it.

Question me, question thee, and all who bare it.

Run, run to the end and never spare it.

In the distance, when life has long escaped me, you, filled with youth and hatred, will be the manifestation of a truth unseen.

Colliding on lord’s prayers of uncut hair crashing to the bedrock where we lie, motionless with our gaze upon the heavens as the oceanic curtain sways from it’s breeze.

We will whisper, across border-less lands, minds, and hands, future be it what it may, with ending encroaching day to day, We will whisper in empty vacuums, 

"You are free."

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is a rough draft, Have not edited it yet. Would love any feedback, and I commend you if you read through the whole thing.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"We will whisper, across border-less lands, minds, and hands, go now young one, you are free."
Future. A powerful word. We pay no attention to the words till it is too late. I like the thoughts and the description. I have accepted where I'm today. Future has become a scary word now. No weakness in the outstanding poetry. A poem to open the door to things to ponder upon.
Coyote

[yashsickle]

Thank you for your review, I really appreciate it.