surviving a plague of consciousness.

is it a different feeling?
to read the once written?
I have a suspicion
with your ever changing thoughts
never quite clear visions
I'm in fear over these interpretations
Surviving a plague of consciousness..

forever in mind
dreams
an unknown form
of self awareness
possibilities
hope that is too far enthusiastic
life still goes on...
whether the success
is only contained in our thoughts
dreams are not only caging hope
but are altering into a tormenting beast
the thought of our hope becoming lost
due to our weak human control
rehearse until our memory of it fades
how do our apathetic souls
remain contained in our frail bodies
constantly being controlled
to our flimsy emotions
why must life be made more
constantly our soul bounces within
taunting and questioning our every move
if memory was lost,
pages of history for our souls
would we comprehend differently?
for us…
would a realm create a new identity?
to what cause are we different?
strength is present among similarities?
why so distant?
why so difficult?
why so impressionable?
life....
the short trip
the memory of all
forever...
once written
always present
soon lost
forever forgotten
Was this the society we dreamed of in the past?
What will we dream for tomorrow?
I have a feeling
I have suspicions
I have theories
What will end it all?