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They Sent Us Their Dreams

Even before their exhaust contaminated our atmosphere
Long before their pox defiled and disunited our bodies
They sent us their dreams

Before they invaded our wombs and cleared a path for the generations to come
Before they lifted the veil to the undiscoverexd country and opened the door into summer
They sent us their dreams

We sang their songs and performed their plays
We redecorated and made this their home, their place
They infected us with their desires
They sent us their dreams

They looked to the past for us to provide them with our future
They analyzed our petrified remains and reasoned of themselves
The best way to gain their present was to hijack our dreams
They sent us their dreams

The most temporary of our temporal existence
They injected us one by one with all manner of mental disease
So that we had no choice but to live out their fantasies
They sent us their dreams

Our lives sacrificed on the mechanized altar of progress
Each containing some spark o purpose culmination in their self fashioned future
They sent us their dreams

(They did this through a portal of perception mainlining the future).
The Future in Question


The best thing about the future is that it only comes one day at a time. In fact, the future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. Where there is no hope in the future, there is no power in the present for tomorrow belongs to the people who prepare for it today. If you want to know your past, look into you present conditions. If you want to know your future, look into your present actions. In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equiped to deal with a world that no longer exists because change is the law of life. Those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future. We do not grow absolutely chronologocally. We grow sometimes in one dimension and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and the future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. So, fear not for the future. Weep not for the past. Now is the accepted time, not tomorrow, not some more convenient season. It is today that our best work can be done and not some future day or future year. It is today that we fit ourselves for the greater usefulness of tomorrow. Today is the seed times, now are the hours of work, and tomorrow comes the havest and the play time.

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