NewLucidity

It's the year 2178, twelve years after art was outlawed on earth. At first I thought it wouldn't affect me since I didn't consider myself an artist. I'm just Handen Judsen, a sky car engineer. It kind of saddened me, though, to think that I would never again be able to see the creation of an artist's mind. But it was for the better of all mankind, I reasoned. Without art to occupy creative people, they could start work on other things, and we could make some great advances in space travel, psychology, etc. I think most people saw it in this positive light. If only we had known what it would cause. It started as a slow, steady process, transfe

Turmoil of mind Tempest of heart Pain on all sides God, what did I start? Two roads to choose Desire for both Yet to choose either Is to break oath Forever on edge Time pushing my back The choice must be made I must at last crack Lover and lover I love you too much I can't lose you either You're largely my crutch Someone collect me When tears are no more When all there is left Is scraps on the floor