A concept once imagined
A theory once propounded
An era that served as fodder
For the world of media
I wake up day after day
Unsure whether I am asleep or awake
Situations I once witnessed on screen alone
Manifesting themselves around my vicinity
Fiction becomes fact
Fact becomes reality
Reality becomes happenings
Happenings become now
Hope rests like a lily in the mire
Struggling for survival
The cesspool of bleakness drowning it slowly
Its petals waning from asphyxiation
Alas not all is lost yet
Spores emanate from the dying lily
Spreading to little bits of fertile land
For in the face of darkness
Little hope still reigns
