I went to sleep last night and woke up in the future.
I went to sleep last night when I was in the past.
And in the future everything we know is different.
In the future, the past we know wasn’t at all the same.
I don’t know how long I slept to wake up in the future.
But signs I see of weathering tells me it was quite a while.
The thing, you see, is that you can’t, or at least I couldn’t find
hints of life, communities or any proof that we were still alive.
The air was thick and the ground was bare,
no grass, no green, no trees.
There were no animals, there were no people.
Just emptiness as far as I could see.
I wondered how long life lived and when we went extinct.
I worried about my own life too and if I was here to stay.
We destroyed the planet and we sacrificed the future,
we didn’t listen to what science, or nature had to say.
Rich old men who would die before any of this came to be
didn’t believe, or didn’t care about, the youth, or you, or me.
They didn’t care about green grass or the blueness of the sky.
They didn’t care about pollutants infecting sea to shining sea.
I fell asleep in these horrors of the future,
laid my head down to cry.
I was shocked when I woke up in the past
and learned I had a second chance to try.
To try and convince the people.
To turn the fortune of our desolate fate.
To treat our planet better
before it’s too late.
Even with my vision
of a future dead and bare
some people can’t be convinced
what it means to have clean water, land and air.
All I can do is heed myself
my children, and my space.
If there are still people who try
we may still save this place.