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Published on Jul 23, 2014
a great big beautiful tomorrow
we dreamt of a great big beautiful tomorrow shining bright, day or night not fluorescent, but iridescent and radiating pure light within, a message a beacon, a blessing amidst the darkness amidst the wreckage
but our hopes and dreams are transformed and the vestige we clutched to - the wreckage it twisted our original message even if the words stayed the same they were writ' without presage so even smiles are made vexing and kindness oppressing and a life that once was simple and filled with amazement became one filled with guilt hate rage and shameing
made light into night twisting reality into our self-serving message that sometimes used the word pride and hope, faith and to everyones amazement it didn't serve anyone and it didn't do any saving and the original message how did it get pressed into a confused, inverted blessing and even more vexing how did our dream machine turn into a nightmare being?
and how did this nightmare being create war and warfare proclaiming the ends justified the means and fighting for life and for air which we convinced ourselves and im not sure how was a glory filled dream not rife with despair how did
we convince ourselves it was fair?
when we looked through the spectacles that we used in our dreams and seeing that future so bright, as those patriots take flight we could believe and ignore all the horror and blight thinking the dream was alive when it was
actually just a dusty, dead thing
or we could see
that this dream, it no longer served anyone but just prolonged EVERYONES misery
shielding the real dream the great big beautiful tomorrow from coming forth into reality...