The future says: Dear mortals; I know you are busy with your colourful lives; I have no wish to waste the little time that remainsOn arguments and heated debates; But before I can appearPlease, close your eyes, sit stillAnd listen carefullyTo what I am about to say; I haven't happened yet, but I will.I can't pretend it's going to beBusiness as usual. Things are going to change.I'm going to be unrecognisable. Please, don't open your eyes, not yet.I'm not trying to frighten you. All I ask is that you think of meNot as a wish or a nightmare, but as a storyYou have to tell yourselves -Not with an endingIn which everyone lives happily ever after, Or a B-movie apocalypse, But maybe starting with the line'To be continued..'And see what happens next. Remember this; I am notWritten in stoneBut in time - So please don't shrug and sayWhat can we do?It's too late, etc, etc, etc. Dear mortals, You are such strange creaturesWith your greed and your kindness, And your hearts like broken toys; You carry fear with you everywhereLike a tiny godIn its box of shadows. You love festivals and musicAnd good food. You lie to yourselvesBecause you're afraid of the dark. But the truth is: you are in my handsAnd I am in yours. We are in this together, Face to face and eye to eye; We're made for each other. Now those of you who are still here; Open your eyes and tell me what you see.
Nick Drake
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
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