Lost Horizons

Within the dark center of us all resides a paradise lost, the place we desire to be, and to some never obtain.... It only lay to the horizon, close, but it seems to move forward ten miles as you only advance one, forever. I sometimes dream of my Shangri-La... It opens to a vista of forests that seems to disappear in the distance within a clouded mist, only the presence of shadow permeates the essence of its existence. The dark forest, the place of solitude, where angels seem to fly through the broken sunlight keeping the balance between good and evil.

Then ends with me standing in its mist, close, but yet again so far....

I moved through the traffic calculating the distance between vehicles, passing, moving through the crowded city like a wisp, projecting the surroundings like a devil on steroids, heading for a destination we all call hell.

The corporation.... The bleeder of souls.

What in the distant future will reside in its existence, the power to enslave, the power to induce nightmares. Only to the ones caught in its web...... We, the minions of its dark machine, greed and gluttony...Like zombies forever feeding on the flesh of society.

Needful things.