Why is the future so often portrayed as dystopian?
Coming down after years of riding the veils
Between the reality in the fractional dimentions in your mind.
You and I,whether we know it or not:
Trapped within childhood spells.
Wrapped up in the distractions from matters at hand
To feel the cosmic breeze and weightlessness of pretense.
To come down from this among people you knew, who are now
Older than you remembered; expected them to be:
Brings a tear to your eye. And you flee the company of old friends
To reconnect with the ghosts inside your head.
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