What to do with future distrust
Reality can't already be now under so much pressure Distrustful and willful somehow plague the future Even in the light we used to squint to see demands How things changed from a slow past to greedy hands Worse could be said of naivity and rose colored glasses Wolves dressed in sheeps clothing deceiving the masses Now became then while the patient remained hopeful The midst of the journey time told however grateful To not honor the past seemed less than authentic For we started one step at a time until times ended The shame would be for the future in my imagination to discourage dreamers from dreaming in future generations That the light we used to squint to see demands Would change from a learned past into praying hands