Space Travel

Duke @ 2:08:AM 28:10:2K5 TSV.QLD.AU

'sky' is a wall, blocking the picture

They grew illusion, grew gravity to control escape

poisoned minds long, until fully forgotten--

A death grip on us, my many beloved, and control to it's will

"Steer up" said the captain, "we're setting sail..."

Your loss will give you these wings

This not yet come to pass, so far long a wait still

But when the device finally breaks,

 

            Meaningless recurring loops,

            The fire--starters,

            The networking grip,

            This mindless display,

 

                        Shall all come to pass.

Reviews

[Effector Prime]

terrific insinuations.. those that keep us from leaving.. that which spawns thoughts of believing it has wrought qualms in doing it

[Tate Morgan]

/And the torch is passed to your generation what will you do with it