A Cold Future
I'm looking far into a future
A future beyond my life
Where the creator's creations
reflect his own fears of death
In an effort to leave behind
something timeless, something flawless
boundries were crossed
before they were discovered
Can we lust for an image
that never truly exists
Can we feel compassion for a likeness
without ever receiving it back
Do we define progress
by how far we've moved
from love
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