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The Future Is Us
A Poem
the beauty of stars
will guide the way
to a miraculous day
when we’ll be free
to live how we want
and love how we feel.
they may try to take us
and chain us
and reshape us —
but we’ll never bow
to the whims of people
who have never cared.
we may be the clay
they hope to mold
into mundane bodies
who do not think
and do not hope
and do not dream…
but we are so much more —
infinite and incredible,
powerful and pristine,
beautiful and burning
with all manner of passion
for living through another day.
oh, we’ll be legends
in a world renewed,
and maybe we’ll see
a new surge of happiness
in a place that had forgotten
how to keep hold of such values.