We are the future,
That’s what they say.
But the future is an ugly foe.
How the hell am I supposed to know
how to conquer the mighty beast?
The school is our armory,
preparing for battle.
Our peers are both our allies and our enemies.
When we finish there will be no feast, no memorial built for us.
All to soon the beast arrives.
Those who have faced the beast,
come back with scars of all sizes
There is no way to be fully prepared.
We realize that there is no way to stop the beast
try to ignore it, try to hide.
It all fails.
In the end we must hail to the ugly beast, the future.
But if we are both the future and it’s slayer
What are we supposed to do?
I guess we’ll find out in the future…