There Is No Future

Windmills and cornfields are all this life may seem. Stories and hopes of a future is all we tend to dream, children in the dark, as the shadow that covers the lark, as the edge of the nightfall comes the dogs began to bark, as shameful as we are, a dream so close but yet so far, again we fallen from grace, its kind of like the the tortuse and hair that raced, i ask us only to embrace, seems as simple as the childish look on my face, I only ask for peace, it slips through our hands , as covered in grease, I know the world is awake, for as real as warplanes and crisis we make, our quest for peace is a fake, as unearthly and demonic as our hunger for steak, for our future is in the hands of the choices we make!