“Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme
Beats with light wing against the ivory gate,
Telling a tale not too importunate
To those who in the sleepy region stay,
Lulled by the singer of an empty day.”
The Earthly Paradise: Apology – Poem by William Morris
In these days of Strangeness, days of Changes…
Every day feels oddly haunted by Deja Vue.
Maybe it’s because the world just feels crazy.
Things out of control…
It’s so insane, it’s so common to hear about chaos
That it almost feels normal…
But that can blind you into not seeing
How wrong things are.
All these events that should have wrecked
Havoc in our reality were altered to
Suit Big Brothers’ needs by their playing with time…
They’re all coming true now.
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