A Dream
I had a dream once when I was seventeen years old. I was on a farm with genetically modified human-animal hybrids. I tried to explain to them they were on a farm where they will one day be harvested and all they had to do was climb the old, rusty, worn out three foot high fence to preserve their lives and be free. Then I realized they didn’t even know what a fence, a farm, harvest or being free even were or capable of survival outside the farm.
