Looking at the future standing before me I see a gigantic asterisk. I know the path I choose to walk on, but the scenery surrounding me as I stride grows more apathetic with every step. My world view doesn’t allow for entropy to be the end result of life…but others may believe that is the only path for them.
The dream turned out to be a lie used by those who exploit the dreamers. The future can sense the hallucinogenic properties of the dream and it chooses to self destruct on its own terms.
I am considered the past in the future’s eyes…but I need to find a way to get it to see past its limited viewpoint. The future does not realize that it’s throwing away its potential.