I don’t know where I’m going, even less where I have been. Either way you’ll get there. Or you are there already. Can’t find a way out of this roundabout. Walk in a rutted circle, scream, and shout about humanity's inhuman injustice. Wasting time along dusty roads and nameless streets. Leave no footprints or any trace of a trail. Follow my nose, discovering the breadcrumbs of life while searching for home. Feeling old-timey on a primrose path, as in ancient cold leftovers from lost civilization. The clutter of a noisy planet too big to fathom is good enough for all.
Too damn fragile for the forsaken world. Left holding the bag, empty, and afraid of everything, even feeble shadows, including mine. Instinctively knowing that somehow you’ll never survive somewhere. Never to be the same again. The monotony of years leads to a doomsday time bomb heading to the end. The fear of heartbeats ticking, ticks, clicking brittle teeth chatter out drivel. A single hair falls silently. It grew long in the tooth from the tip of the nose. A slow, slow fade-out. The shaky tremble of laughter waiting to be reborn. Mediocrity wasn’t the best choice, but the only reason for existence. So easily bored by everything. Trust in nobody. How did it get so messy?
The fallen shall perish at their own peril. Get in the back of the line. No endgame checkmate left to lose. It’s only a game. I don’t make the bed for someone else to sleep in. Preparing for the end is like waiting to die. The best way to approach this is not to take anything too seriously. How many days between now and then? Nobody knows how long it takes to make it through to the finish line. It’s some kind of divine plan, a miracle at play, where peace is a state of mind. They never had it from the get-go.
Let us get small and petty. We need to feel something concrete like cracking heads on a cement sidewalk. Breaking eggs on the Humpty-Dumpty wall of misconceptions. Lied to and manipulated by the unknown. Living sordid lives of sorrow on someone else’s dime. There’s no dignity in death. So easily fooled, duped by the very people who think they have your back. The best intentions aren’t realistic. Envy is the reward for a life well-lived. Being selfish will get you everything. No scruples left in your day-to-day routine. The ship has sailed, and you are still waiting on the dock for a ticket to take you back home. Pregnant ideas are cheaper by the dozen, but nobody’s buying it. That is why we need more people to produce solutions for pressing issues. We can’t afford bad decisions.
We must wait for more evidence of existence. Not knowing a quark from a quasar or a proton masquerading as a neutron. The universe is expanding faster than we can imagine. The entire mass of human matter will fit inside a rusty tin can kicked across the galaxy. Space travelers beware. It’s only as strong as the weakest link in outer space. There’s no time and place in the great beyond to lay down your beady heads. The future happens while ignoring the past and here in the present moment the world has hit the fan. The last chapter in this series of fatal flaws and accidental mistakes. Nobody’s perfect but you can take the cake and eat it too. So many coincidental errors in judgment that are plain wrong. You can’t argue with stupidity. Those who believe they’re always right are always wrong. That is how we got here in the first place.
There’s no accounting for the bad math of ignorant people. It doesn’t compute. Adding up to staggering equations of random numbers and old news stories heard about repeatedly. The straight lines of a grid curve and spiral, spinning out of control. There’s no mechanism for this machine called the body that holds it together. We get lost and feel lucky for the fact that our ancestors were born so we could live. If you support the lies of the past, then you’re complicit. Comfortable in your opinion that nothing matters. Greed’s the new currency of choice in a morally bankrupt society. It’s the only thing people can afford to squander. Squeezing pennies, squirming in the wind, watching, and waiting for the next big wave to wash away the tears of those lost souls who waited for the change to come. It never does.