Decretum

I can see the future
Still the same routines
We just do what we’re told
Every day
Exactly the same
No logic
No gain

Cyber-eyes are watching
The moment that I’m happy
Knowing how it will end

Hiding behind structures
Built of syllables and sound
I don’t know what else
What else I could do

Last night I dreamt
I was a victim
Then again
I could be God

I’d still be exactly the same

© 2006, Mosquitobyte