I dreamed that one day, time will pass and cover wounds vastly done in led and steel..

I dreamed that one day, time will let loose to it’s chaos, and leads the trails back to history so we’d know the next step, showing a present, it’s darkness we’ll reveal..

I dreamed that one day, man will be ignorant, but well enough and strong in command to change for the sake of his crowd..

I dreamed that one day, money will be nothing compared to what we hold inside our brains, and yet we’ll see our brains setting free for what we kept inside, shining light from beyond the blocking clouds..

I dreamed that one day, steel would create cities that are a mile high, serving all rich and poor, living under it’s shade, or so it seemed..

My only problem, my naive childish problem, is that i dreamed..

We’d probably switch on our TV’s and sit to see what’s new with the world today.. Apparently, someone forgot to turn off the video clips we see, because they keep on looping from one time to a million and then back to square one again.. We’d expect to see change, but history marked us to be ignorant of what have been done before, and where things might go to.. Even though, i question history itself, being the words of the victors marked the chapters with Pain and/or Prosperity.. One letter, two words, and a forever spiral into one dark abyss..

Welcome to present day..

I ponder and see through the pages of my daily news paper, and see War is waging War on War, while War led to War in the first place..

My soul shrugs, and exclaims how It’s silly how the funny pages in every news paper filled all the pages, instead of one lousy part of it.. Humorous phrases like..

“Weapons for Peace..” – with a picture of a smiling human buffoon

“Settled political conflict under nuclear threat from both parties..” – with a picture of a smiling human buffoon

“Stabilize peace, here’s an F 22..” “oh why thank you, here’s our money”
- a group of legalized Buffoons..

a Soon Future headline in every news paper..

“Man kind won over man kind.. The battle is over.. All is gone..“

Reality sings..

Dumb boys with big toys..
Buffoons in the forever circus, history lost in life..
You’ll live forever, your actions will last..
It’s a lie..
Kiss your son goodbye..
Your daughter and your wife..
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All is gone.. Or it will be at least..

[[ meanwhile in a coffee shop not far from home ]]

Person : Just think about it..

Person : If we win the war, we’ll rule over..

Person : Who’s winning again?

Person : We are..

Person : Just think about it..
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Yours,

Lou..