I am the dancer in the system, for I sway where the music moves me as my vision gives awareness to my step.

The many details of a plan are delectable little bytes to talk through akin to bits of sunshine raying down on one’s face, but a grand vision of plans is how my simple mind can understand all those details when I have faded into my darkest night.

So how does this detail emerge from a great vision for the future that I desperately need but cannot myself see? Do you know what society we should be on the other side of this pinch-point reality? 

Let me see something please, I feel overwhelmed in all the shadows!

So where is this grand vision, and what do you name it? 

The pieces are shattered on the floor, speaking down at me.

But, oh system gods above, if you let me see the fullness of my body, then I can begin to think again. Let me see it, let me feel it, let me live it, let me forget what I have been, and where it took us all. By becoming something better than I thought I could be, through seeing something better than is now. Let me contribute to my grandest envisioned green society, release my greatest hopes in me and I will gladly join this new visionary society!

So please, when do we fast-forward instead of spiral around? 

This is the moment of fertile rot,

And who will courageously rise to manage this bountiful garden waiting to spring forth?

Now give me vision and hope,

To take away my fear and despair, 

And I will give you my mind and body, 

And also, this entire world in return.