Near Future

Worlds collide in the deep empty spaces of absent hearts Hope fails to take hold when fertile soils of compassion erode Anger is the smile of expression When depression becomes the only emotion When I walk through the rubble of fallen monuments And take shelter in the crater of Nuclear Bombs When every breath I take, Is measured in an oxygen tank When in the year 2088 It resembles 1050 A.D. My skin is preserved in a spacesuit on earth And I don’t know what tomorrow will bring forth