My spirit dies in tiny slices of desiccated hopes,
Tidbits rendered lifeless by unwelcomed solitude,
I brag of my uniqueness and self-sufficiency,
Spouting the value of freedom from bonds,
All the while suffering dreams of rescue,
While having long ago abandoned all hope of Joy.
This is what we have done to each other,
Created a sham world of superficial relationships,
False outward expressions of outrage, unrest and angst,
Concealing only a dark, silent base of long-dead emotion,
The happy, positive mask of bravado, required of us,
Substituting for the conspicuous absence of loving fulfillment…
Shame to human society, whose watchwords are aggression, competition, striving, clawing, forcing, power, fame, kill-or-be-killed. Still, after millennia, the self-serving survival instinct still dominates. We know better, we can envision a world entirely different, we have the means to change – yet we remain as we are. We have abandoned the highest humanity for a pale substitute, each to their own devices, on your own, winner take all – all of what? All of nothing is nothing. What is left when there is no true passion or enjoyment in life, only a false facade of pretended happiness, satisfaction and success. We have created an environment where expressing one’s true pain only leads to ridicule. Where cries of hurt shared, with the hope of meeting compassion and love, bring only accusations of weakness and failure, branding you an outcast, and one to be shunned, isolated and shut away, even attacked. How will this end? Will there be an end of suffering, some unexpected reprieve from the isolated loneliness, or just a long, slow wasting away until death finally ends it? I don’t know. Maybe I will add new verses some day. For now, this is as far as I can see. Will it end well for humanity?