Museum of the Future

Museum of the Future - DrasticDzastr I stood alone where the constellations end Beyond the final horizon where forgotten futures bend A silence built of holy stone stretched farther than the eye An endless hall of possibilities suspended in the sky The architecture breathed around me like a living sacred dream Every doorway held a lifetime that had almost come to be A thousand different versions of the man inside of me Waiting in the crystal halls of eternity I saw the friend who never drifted The father who was always there The lover who knew exactly what was needed The man untouched by doubt or fear I reached toward the glass Toward a memory I'd never known A future that felt somehow Like it should have been my own Steal us Take us No one would ever know Become the man who got it right The one who never had to grow Leave behind the scars you carry Leave behind the weight you feel Take the perfect story Take the perfect wheel And for a moment I believed them My hands broke through the barrier The crystal gave away A borrowed sun was burning in my veins As endless futures called my name I felt the joy The wealth The peace The love The victory Every vanished possibility becoming part of me I HEARD A THOUSAND FUTURES CALLING OUT MY NAME EVERY PERFECT LIFE WAS SHINING JUST THE SAME PROMISING THE PEACE PROMISING THE LIGHT PROMISING THE ENDING TO EVERY SLEEPLESS NIGHT BUT I DON'T WANT THE MAN I COULD HAVE BEEN I WANT THE SOUL THESE SCARS DESIGNED LET THE MUSEUM KEEP ITS STARS THIS IMPERFECT LIFE IS MINE But underneath the wonder There remained a quiet ache No stolen future and no heaven Could replace the roads that made me None of them had stood in darkness Searching for a higher good None of them became the person That surviving hardship could So I returned the stolen light I laid it back to rest And watched a thousand alternate selves Retreat into the glass The halls stretched on forever Yet my path became clear Cosmic good was always present Quietly waiting here Not in perfection Not in comfort Not in lives that never grew But in the sacred act of choosing What is real and seeing through So I walked beyond the museum Past the exhibits of the dead And somewhere in the endless dark The great invisible spirit said Not with words But with a door still open And a future still ahead THE LIFE YOU CAME HERE TO STEAL WAS NEVER THE ONE YOU WERE MEANT TO LIVE