We suffer in the solitude like we are soldiers. We are seated silently surrounded by some sinister players. We wish we were even a fraction as confident as we portray with our poker face wisdom.
We struggle through the motions like monsters. We suffer in the silence of selfless prayers unanswered by a selfish deity. We stretch and kick, fighting to stay with our heads above the water. The question remains unanswered. Will there ever be a return to simpler ways? In those times, people were kind and spoke courteously to one another. It felt like we were all in the same struggle with similar outcomes. We did this instead of passing harsh judgment against another to make ourselves feel better about our pathetic existences. What have we done to humanity?
We are nothing more than viruses. We have been programmed, charged, and released upon the world. We recklessly seek out to destroy and dismantle everything our dirty little fingers can reach. Is there not anything that remains sacred? The impact builds its potential like a snare drum hit rolling into the rim shot. Those few beats of silence weigh more than the climatic climb that brought us to the peak. This happens in the chaotic rhythm of heartbeats.
Awakening to the bright burn of the daylight sun, the eyes squint. They try to make out the shadowy faces surrounding the erected rectangle altar of mythology. It is easy to understand how we have failed in our pursuit. We were unraveling the parallel world of the subconscious from the dread of the wakened state. We have lost more than we will ever remember. It was erased from the footnotes of the myth called humanity. We are welcomed into the worsening world of woke collapse. Have a seat, the curtain will fall before much longer.