The Uncertain Future
In a dark and desolate world,
there are groups.
Groups where people fit in.
And then there's me. Alone.
I'm scared.
I don't know who I am,
and I don't even know if the world is sane.
After all, sanity and insanity cannot co-exist.
All hope is lost.
All desire is destroyed.
All peace is broken.
It's just me against them.
A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes,
countless choices define our fate.
Are we all destined down this path?
Destined to destroy ourselves?
You built weapons to destroy us.
The people who were different. Why?
We are the future.
We are the ones who inherit this earth.
A war on our streets,
in our cities.
And this makes me wonder,
is the future truly set?
Copyright © Megan Lote | Year Posted 2015
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