147: full circle

i keep dipping in and out of circles;
running in one spot and then to another
everoverworrying that it's never gonna be my place
to say or do or think or feel the way i do
and it always leads me back
to me wondering if
i'll ever




          f    i    n   d



                      my         

place
 
                                                         in

                                                                        the
                                                                       
                                                           

                            world

84: tempo rally

This is the Future:

identified by = #

evaluated by = %

penalised by = $

and forced to face

an infinite input of facts and figures 

and insanity in the form of information overload

of truths and half-truths,

of white lies and whole lies,

with processors

swollen by nothing of importance,

with memories

numbed by nothing of relevance.

here are beings

disinterested

for having existed

in a world so filthy and twisted,

and be judged for crimes they had to inherit

and to right wrongs they did not commit --

This is the Future.

getting closer and closer

as loud as ever

but on mute.

This is the Future,

where the silent screams

are nothing

but

deafening.