Shall one ever seek,
a future?
Shall one's time be more than now?
Shall one seek an existence deemed,
profound?
For,
if such,
shall attempt to exist,
be there no mind,
able to be american.
For,
within such,
be there the absence of substance.
The simplicity of mindless consumption.
Be there,
only physiological organisms coerced into,
wanting.
Be there no future,
within such.
Not even the ability to create one.
For,
there exist no future,
absent human cultivation.
No future,
absent collective comprehension.
No future,
only time.
Only time,
which shall exist absent,
simplistic definition.
Time absent,
purpose,
absent meaning.
Time which know being can distinguish.
Wonder,
do I.
Wonder,
shall time eclipse the mind.
Wonder of "I",
of "Me".
Wonder if such shall exist tethered to,
actuality?
Shall "I",
this human entity,
ever be?
Be there,
this "I"?
This "I" tethered to all minds?
This "I"
absent time?
This "I",
each "Me" attempts to define?
For,
within this "Me",
such shall seek the simplicity of being,
primordial art.
To be,
that which exist tethered to,
a continuous start.
To be,
that which exist as light,
as dark.
To be,
that which shall forever create,
the simplicity of,
a spark.
Be human,
to exist as,
this spark.
Be human,
for such,
shall be,
one.
Be human,
for,
within the simplicity of such,
one shall truly,
become...
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