What Becomes Of Those Who Become?

 
What are we becoming? Where be we going?

What awaits those who cannot see, who refuse to look, refuse to challenge themselves?

What is there there, for those who know not of the knowing, but only of the mystique of what awaits in the tomorrows of today?
The days of the tomorrows cannot be told; those who try, where are they today?

People have come and gone; millions of people, billions of people, once walked this earth; did they tell of stories of futures to come? Were they, as we are today, trapped in the unknown? Did they await their fates, as we await ours?
Could they think further then we, or do we think we can think further than they?

With each day that passes, our fates become ever closer. Near or far, the star just beyond reach; they tell us of our futures, they predict our lives, they chart our existences; where they are immortal in our lifetimes, we are just a single tick of the clock, when looking at them.

We await the future, trying to escape the past; but as all history teaches us, we are doomed to repeat our mistakes.
How many mistakes are enough, before a new path be chosen? How many times must we trust strangers to guide us into battle?

We face battles, we look to our futures; and there, are those that plot against us.

We are told, we are shown, we are convinced; but do we have conviction in the trust that we give to others?
In the manipulation of our minds, we empower those that serve themselves.

What is coming? What is hidden from us?
What can we trust in the words that they say?

The untruths pour from their lips; they are the misleaders of man.

If we be led into war, by those who we cannot see, what becomes of us at their hands?

Should so few, have so much power, over so many?