Chapter 2 – The Future

As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak

As the truth we do slovenly seek

All eyes and hearts and minds

We search for answers in the

Passing

Of time.

To the believers and the preachers

And to all those sitting on their asses

In the hard, wooden bleachers

I say

Get up!

Stand up!

On your own two feet.

Show us life

With all its miracles and strife

Show us fear and defeat

Spread success and then retreat.

For in the end, my dear sweet friends

All of our bones will creak.

We are as old as we are weak.

In the end

You can silently go back to sleep

Once again.

Make my day