Dystopia

My Utopia: A place without self doubt

Seeds wildly blowing in the dust

With human faces, dim eyes lacking of lust.

They seem to wonder how they can

Revolve the character of man.

And search and search for daylight’s call

For sunny sky and rain to fall.

Soon enough they find their clue,

So they decide just what to do

Is learn to trust one’s perfect truth

And put ambitions into full use.

Now the planted seeds can feel

The rain in which they know they’ll heal.

For theirs is power and glory and might

And gone is emptiness filled with white.

True colors that burst with sun and rain

Show signs the people will surely gain

The wondrous lives that they all seek.

Now gone away is shy and meek.

As the sun keeps shining in

It gets unclear where each one ends.

And though they all keep growing so

The energy just starts to go.

Roots begin to intermix

No competition just for kicks.

Life becomes an all out war

Young cry out for an open door.

And so goes the story of perfection

It slowly dies without detection.

Every moment’s lived in a phobia

In the land of my Utopia.