A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE FUTURE

This place is a desert for the mind

Void of emotion and barren of thought

No real thought at least

There's no surprise

Most minds here have long since atrophied from lack of use

It waited flatlined for the next rushing jolt of synthetic stimulation

The real world can't compare

Even if it were allowed to

Contemplating the real world leads to seeing the world for what it is：

A prison

A cell for the mind body and soul

All my life I've been a prisoner

Cowering at the idea that I might be capable of unique thought

Terrified of what my only instincts might lead to

So how could I blame them

But it hasn't always been this way

I've heard rumours

Filtered distant faded

I seek to know the truth