the order, i ask myself why?

what is it that causes life to be around,
different personallities, levels of thought,
is confidence, some one who dosent conform,
to the patterns placed in front of us, by other people

i've heard the future is going to be bright like the sun,
but, totalitarionists,* want all of us to be as one,
no freedom, no poetry, all art forms shall perish,
expression will become a forgotten word,

is something which is feared, but those near it dont,
something loved by a enemy, loathed by an ally,
also it can be a friend or hated by ones-self,
till the grave smiles on face, near cease to appear,

past is dwelled on too much, never used to good,
people look forward to future, always back to past,
no ones is ever born in the past, forgotten babies,
the end