I’ll see you in some kind of future world
where I’m brave once again
and fears are faced head-on
where the voice commands,
and all who are around to hear
can’t help but be moved
by the resounding energy,
the fierceness
and courage,
the smoldering fire
in a true and tested heart.
I’ll see you in a future world,
hypothetical
yet devoid of the fantastical,
absent the petty musings and hopes
that weaken the soul,
without any false efforts to cope
in some kind of future world
where I no longer give a shit
about social perception
or brief misconceptions.
I’ll take you to this very future world
where the rules have all changed
and it all works for me
because I have made it so.
Garbage Notes:
This poem is about me confronting my own fears and weaknesses and imagining a world where I am more brave than I am now, more powerful, more in command of my future. I rarely feel like I’m in control of what’s going to happen next. Sometimes it’s in my head, and other times it’s just me confronting life’s brutal uncertainties and, at times, the discouraging cruelness of other people.
I’m being rather cynical in this piece, and also pretty self-critical in the second section, scrutinizing my tendency to rely on fiction and imaginary worlds to cope with my own personal problems. I don’t really think these things weaken the soul, but the musings of a writer do have a tendency to create a sort of detachment from the real and the practical, which often causes even more difficulty, especially when it comes to interacting with other people.
With that said, though, I can’t deny that part of this poem is inspired by the positive and hopeful aspects of the science fiction genre. I love reading stories, novels, and watching film and television that depict future worlds where our society has risen above our petty focus on money and work, conflict and disaster. Star Trek, particularly Next Generation, with Captain Picard’s refrain of “Make it So” is what I borrowed from in the last line of the poem. Because it’s up to us, our effort and our imagination, to make that world real.
And lastly, I invite the reader to come with me to this hypothetical world— this place where everything is as it should be, where we have risen above our base human instincts and we can all focus on whatever the hell we want to do in order to better ourselves and humanity.
Franco Amati 2023
This is not pollyanna fantasies but the future world that you describe and its idealism exist right now. The so called real world around us is an illusion a delusion the Hindus called it Maya Christ called it the world. It's only a pale facility of reality reality is tranquility Serenity vision wisdom truth. Appreciate your pollen though it really does express the angst of so many who live today
I think on some level, this must be why we all write. Thanks for your lovely poem!