Future from Past to the Past and back to Future
What will you do in the near future,
the future that you and I don’t know.
What will happen if you know the future,
the future that is non-liveable.
You and I are the keys to this future.
What will you do in the near future,
the future that you and I don’t know?
What will happen if you know the future,
the future that is non-liveable.
You and I are the keys to this future.
What would you do if you never thought,
thought about that you and I have much in common?
What would you do if you lose?
Lose yourself in a way that is not in common.
It might happen tomorrow or sooner.
The more you create and buy,
the more will the future bring back at you.
The less you do will give a future,
a future that you and I want to know.
But how? We can’t communicate.
What would you do if you could cry
and cry for your life, crying every day
knowing that’s there’s no future,
the future that you create, every day
seeing evilness every day, like insane.
A cruel sense of evilness every day,
crying for the same, a big flame,
there and there, only suns colors,
that what you and I crate and buy,
Gives me not, more evilness every day.
There are only two persons that can
change this future,
One that decides that you and I and they.
Will have this future for us,
the other is the evil that is not born.
There’s only one thing that repeats,
Is that we create what repeats, we make what repeats.
When there are no more than repeats,
there will be a silent voice,
a voice that you and I are building.
What will happen if you heard the silent voice?
What would happen if you knew that silent voice?
What would you do if you could cry
And cry for your life, crying every day.
Seeing this evil unborn, that is very in common with us,
an evil that we create in freedom every day.
What would happen if you analyzed your past,
the past that you and I know.
What will happen if you know the past,
the past that is non-liveable?
You and I are the keys to this future.
Hearing this voice…
The poem was written somewhere between 1998 and 2000 by DEA Lazer.
The riddle to this poem is either knowing it from the start of going back to the past to know the past’s future and why it was written the way it was.
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