To Tomorrow (Trust Me)

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"Whatever proportions these crimes finally assumed, it became evident to all who
investigated them that they had started from small beginnings. The
beginnings at first were merely a subtle shift in emphasis in the basic
attitude of physicians. The infinitely small wedge-in lever from which
this entire trend of mind received its impetus, was the attitude toward
the non-rehabilitable sick. Once the physician or professor
murdered his first innocent patient, he entered the ranks of the
criminal class and was bonded by blood cement to the ruling party." - Dr. Leo Alexander, Chief U.S. Medical Consultant at the Nuremberg War Crimes Trials

 

"Trust me..."

Keep your foot on the accelerator, speeding past-
Stare at the city lights through the silhouettes of trees
Always something tangible blocking your view-
Too unsafe to slow, too busy to bother-
Drive through the night.

"The whole point of this exercise is to see yourself in a mirror..."

Sometimes, very rarely, one's reflection will revert to a form it held previously-
A smile you haven't seen in awhile,
A gleam, crossing the eyes, of things long past-
Clicked heels, outstretched arms-
Relics and anachronisms, bleeding through to stain the present.

"You were captured not wearing a uniform. Espionage is a crime punishable by execution on the spot..."

But no, we all like our little games-
Motives shrouded in secrecy along with our faces-
Make no mistake, I've played this game before-
But I prefer to keep my cloak stashed, my blade sheathed,
My face blank, my eyes unfocused, betraying nothing.

"I appear good at what I do because I find my motives in others and tear
holes in my own arguments as they are stated to me; a bizarre sort of
schizophrenia..."

I never took you as one focused on appearances-
Preferring the fool traveling the path of the wise
To the wise masquerading in the company of fools.
(Though I hold claim to neither title,
I see fit to bestow them at will.)

"That night, all those years ago, I took your goals as my own..."

Still, you preferred the advice of those on a journey different than your own-
Walking together to a different destination,
Transitory acquaintances held together by a temporal friendship, fragmented by distance.

I loved you for your idiosyncrasies, and often in spite of them,
But I never stole them, never became a sycophantic clone to receive your blessings.

"But my secret lies with me alone, and no one shall know my name..."

Don't worry, I won't tell-
You could call it our little secret-
(Except there was never an us)
Continue with your games and fun-
I left my childhood with my freedom

"I took a bribe- I traded the right to be horrified for privilege and
power, without realizing that I lacked the mettle to look the other
way!"

I will tell you this, though, with a whisper-
You are a magnet to the broken-
(Attracting but lacking the ability to fix)
And the bait for the predators-
(Easy prey always just out of reach)

"What am I going to do? Can you see it yet?"

I feel it appropriate to leave you with a secret and a warning, soon to come-
Do forgive me if it seems out of place...
I am neither a prophet nor diviner,
And this is neither my places nor my profession.

At the end, it seems only right to return to the beginning...

"I'm going to let you go..."

Don't become so focused on your destination
That you never see the detours.
You may find yourself traveling alone,
Heading to a lonely end, and, all the while,
Bypass true beauty and enjoyment for expedience.

"I ask you one favor - please don't forget me..."


                            Captain, Civil-Overwatch

Author's Note

"From yesterday it's coming/
From yesterday, the fear/
From yesterday, it calls him" - 30 Seconds To Mars, "From Yesterday


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Closing note:

By the time we had entered the room, the suspect had escaped, and
Over-lieutenant Kuhn was seated at the table in the room, on which he
had carefully arranged his sidearm and insignia. After his arrest, a
military tribunal formally stripped him of his rank and sent him to a
Rehabilitation Center.
I personally recommend his removal from all
records, public and personal, as a deterrent against lending further
aid to subversives. In regards to the original suspect, the search
remains ongoing, although at this stage recapture and rehabilitation is
unlikely.
-Robert Snow

I tried to do a lot in this poem, so if you could leave a comment talking
about the message you get out of it, it would be really wonderful...

The first quote "Trust Me..." is from a song called "Truth Serum" by
Dishwalla. It's about wanting to feed someone you love truth serum when
you know they're lying to you, and about how the truth will often make
liars sick, leading them to often tip their hands and reveal it
unintentionally. It's an intense song, and definitely worth a listen. :D

The quote about no one knowing his name is modified from the lyrics to the
song "Nessun Dorma" by Puccini, though I definitely took it out of
context and assigned my own meaning to it. XD