Anonymous


Somewhere in the distant future,
(Bearing in mind the fluctuation of relativity)
We will stumble into a time of not so subtle torments.
Amidst the debris of urban decay
And desolate wastelands
Countless shattered souls will wander.
Disconnected from themselves by impersonal technologies and personal cause…

Yesterday…
A prophetic dream that we were soldiers in a war.
We wear a uniform,
But do not know who the adversary is
Or even what side we are fighting for.
Walking these empty streets,
Gun in hand,
Looking for anyone at all…
In a shadowed stairwell we meet a faceless warrior
He does not speak.
Just a creature, seeking sanctuary, sustenance, and love…
Together, all beneath a solitary swinging bulb;
This dream, Lucid,
Forces us into an alarming tailspin.
Feeling truly alone.
Each in our own individual, divided world.

All of the things that gave us strength,
Focus,
Meaning,
And identity
Are gone.
I face my own doubts and mortality for the first time…
Begin to walk by myself at dawn
Through the waking streets.
Gradually I discover an inner peace within our spirit…
You begin to forgive and accept these things,
And understand that this desire,
Desire to find perfection above humanity,
Leads to things that I didn’t really want or need…
Begin to love and empathise with others
Compassion, without fear of consequence,
And so, in this solitude, realize that you were never really alone at all…

Somewhere in the distant future,
We may well find a world of not so subtle torments.
Eased by disconnecting ourselves with impersonal technologies and personal cause