Am I The Only One

My soul drips with the tears
Of those lonely dreams of the ultruistic,
I close my eyes and gaze through my magic mirror
Seeing visions of a better place, a real place
Where we could go if we could just come together,
But am I the only one?

I see the transparent metallic crystal lattices
Of buildings thousands of feet high,
I see different races, species, and genders
All interacting happily, working together,
I see them embracing their differences
And using them to learn and create,
But am I the only one?

I read works from those who are heralded
As the forefront of imagination
But their stories are of war and excess
As I complain and seek a better future,
"That's what people like," they say

My soul drips with the tears of an altruist's broken heart
Why does it seem like I am the only one

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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