Future

People always wish to see the future In order to see if they will be A loser A begger A chooser So will we Get to be what they want to see? I don't see that fate for you, them, or me We are confused as a society, history is a circle Politicians and terrorists Are the disciples Of villains, bandits and the penniless Why do we not try to break the trend, Instead of advancing in sophistication and start over again? It is unfortunate when even the smart are simple When being backwoods is as common as a pimple Or a dimple Or a star in the sky When the sons of current people are the sequel And we share the similarity of forever proceeding to die Without change in the circle Without change in our ways Without jumping the hurdles Without altering our fates If you get a crystal ball from that gypsy that is true Here is what that ball will show to you You will see either a backtracking of your life With your child in it Or darkness will overtake the light And our world will stop spinning with it Because our future is devoid of change Everything will always basically be the same Until all life has been exploded into the stars Then there will be no reason to pursue your fame But on this universe, our world will no longer be a painful scar.