A Requiem for the FutureJune 03, 2019
Forgotten and also lost.
On the horizon in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Neither bitter nor sweet.
We’ll stay quiet, take our seats
and enjoy the shit-show.
To integrate ones mind with ones body…
A noble aim they say.
Enough to keep us far away.
One day… we’ll rip these roots from under the floor.
But more seeds have been sewn,
there’s a knock at the door.
Retribution is calling,
some will say it’s fate.
Without tragedy there can be no comedy.
Untill the curtains have been drawn… we will wait.