my own work pt. 4

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'After Imagination'


This place is a graveyard.

A tombstone filled with dreams

broken, hidden, smothered.

This place was supposed to

create the future, but instead

it created mindless bees,

drones in a colony,

screw individuality.

We are walking, talking copies

of everyone else around.

We follow the stereotypes,

the clichés, the 'I'm not ordinary'

but it's all a lie.

We came here with plans,

and we could have been anything.

But now we walk this graveyard,

fall asleep amongst the tombstones,

waiting for the next generation,

to bring them downtoo...

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