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Poetry: Time

by Cortland Mccabe

Created on: June 13, 2008

Star crossed lovers echo through the cool night sky.

Below, we watch with jealousy as they clear the North Star.

Oh how we yearn to fly with lovers and for once live a true dream.

But there is something that we have that the lovers do not, the Dream Machine.

The Dream Machine keeps us at the edge of the cliff, just the edge.

The cliff that if we fall from, our hopes vanish from existence.

Human minds come and go through time, but the Dream Machine remains.

It continues to create new worlds of adventure and wonder in our thoughts.

We need the Dream Machine to live; we need it for that hope of something better.

But we take this machine for granted. We will always depend on it for our own happiness.

One day the machine will shut down and stop giving us a crutch.

One day it will grow so lonely that it does not want to help, for it has emotions as do we.

What then? What will happen to the human race without its dreams?

We will inevitably shut down as did the machine. Oh how sweet is the irony.

Without dreams, what are we?

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