Imagine

Imagine
There's a path through time and space where one encounters
No adversity and the life experience is pure
Heaven.
It's something we all desire, the
Easy path.
If one focuses internally,
You will find that as you
Try the various strategies and tactics,
No one will emerage. It becomes a personal
Hell as we bemoan the twists and turns of fate and fall
Below the weight of the compound pressure that falls on
Us. The high road
Above
Us seems
Only populated by those whose blue
Sky rants confirm what we
Imagine, namely that for
All of our perceived effort,
The spoils of victory are reserved only for the
People for whom destiny has selected for greatness,
Living among those of us
For whom, in the end, tomorrow will be no different than
Today. I can

Imagine that
There's a better way. We are all told as children that
No one stands in our way. Its easy to forget as we see
Countries, en masse, mired in corruption, disease and despair.
It seems impossible that I am special.
Isn't it statistically impossible for me to make a difference?
Hard facts abound and
To fight logic seems an imprudent thing to
Do.
Nothing ventured, nothing lost is the cry as we seek
To not
Kill ourselves, mentally
Or physically. Our mortality snowballs as those around us
Die and we realize that
For us to propser others must sufferAnd perish.
No twisted masochist could design such a system where
Religion is the crutch of the masses,
Too unsure of their own ability to think that they cannot
Imagine an exit from
All the similar passages that appear to offer an exit from
The resression to the mean that all
People of the world are being funneled into,
Living not to die,
Life as someone else's means to an end,
In sickness and in health, fighting someone else's war for someone else's
Peace....
You and I hold the key. Come what
May I
Say that
I'm afraid. How can I live
A life as a
Dreamer of dreams when all
But my unconscious thoughts are telling me that
I'm doomed?
Not just in what I choose today, but in
The very essence of the
Only things I hold dear.
One day I will die, and with me my Hope, my dream and my aspiration.
Someday, but
I hope, not today.
You'll see me an easy target as I appear to
Join the mindless masses and enjoy that fate that will be common to all of
Us.
And in
The end the
World
Will continue to spin, the winners continue to win, everything will
Be
As it was before, less
One. It is not just that I

Imagine these things.
No one is pulling my strings. My
Possessions are as tangible as the frailty of my spirit.
I do not have time for idle speculation, I cannot
Wonder over choices.
If there was ever a time, it is now.
You
Can claim that this is the act of a desperate man
No longer in full possession of his faculties, but I assure you that I
Need to make a move,
For inactivity will render me uncredible.
Greed is as essential as love for those of this planet, live
Or die must cede to live and die. My
Hunger for
A truce with the
Brotherhood of demons that haunt me is
Of vital importance if I am to call myself a
Man. I
Imagine that of
All
The options present to me, this choice may burn many bridges.
People judging me after the fact are not
Sharing my state of mind,
All the good and all
The bad. I no longer have all the time in the
World.
You and I hold the key. Come what
May I
Say that
I'm ready. I can live
A life as a
Dreamer of dreams.
But nothing.
I'm
Not just ready to jettison the crutch, its done.
The die is cast.
Only today, only
One day.
I will die.
Hope, dreams and aspirations perpetuate on the wings of a song.
Someday I'll pray, but not today.
You'll see me
Join hands and ask that He give
Us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses as I forgive those that trespass against me.
The end is near. The
World
Will certainly pass to the cosmic dust as it was before.
Be.
As not every man lives, note well that there is nothing stopping you from being the
One.

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.

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