What Might of Been

Your comment Sent me On a strange path Of great thought And reflection And times past With great mental strain Synapsis drained I feel Low And tired If a little Depressed That I have come To a point A conclusion If you will Be enlightened That Life Is Life That Man Is Man Never to wake To see the Dawn In May Always Cursed too Sleeping Sleeping And so adverse to Dreaming Dreaming But not of A universal consciousness With so many Cultures With Vultures abound That common ground Is but a swamp Clad in dead trees Mist and murk Lies and fake news Surrounded By wall streets Profit At Humanities loss Child and forced labour A cesspit of sex crimes Man’s current state Of enlightened times So can you imagine Or dream if you dare Where man Puts others First Before himself And lifts those below Up past his equal I can’t Man, never will He seems Condemned Content To Dreaming Dreaming Of what Might have been A conscious time Out of his reach