The suffering that is this world makes futures plain to see;
a world where we can be anything, as long as it’s not “free”.
A world designed to crush us beneath this constant weight
of fear and pain and punishment and never-ending hate.
Is this place really all there is to this world we call our own;
is this future all we get, or do we reap what we have sown?
I wish I knew the answers to the weight I feel each day
when in my heart I know that there must be another way.
A way that doesn’t just mean slow death of heart and mind
and at times I think I’ve glimpsed it; a future I can find.
But then somebody comes along and stakes my poor old heart
And I’m back where I started from; back to my feeble start.
Perhaps one day I’ll find its path; the future I desire
And on that day I’ll cast this fear back into Hades fire.