Perhaps we should consider reality a prism,
In which dull minds are bound
By reality, electromagnetism, time and such,
Unable to dream of freedom –
Not freedom from Men, for such is solitude,
But rather freedom from those around us who,
On hearing of the person who tried to fly,
Remind them that gravity makes that impossible,
And immortals still are bound by time.
Once the mind escapes such earthly bonds,
And humans relearn how to dream,
Then the mind shall dream the unthinkable,
Then it shall be free of the universe.
I enjoy visions of the future – dystopias, utopias, simple fantasies. But sometimes I wish that people would allow a little more space for fancies when considering problems. It might allow for some innovative solutions – or at the very least, some good stories.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic