One day when it’s all gloom…
I see you crawl,
Although you know how to walk.
You know when not to talk,
Yet you yap constantly.
You’ve got education
And yet somehow you’re as dumb as shit.
Don’t despair – we’re all like that,
Just at different degrees.
We’re imperfect beings.
In most dominant religion’s mythology
We were born to fail.
So the fact we’ve built
Massive glass castles
And can safely reside in them
Is a large chip for our shoulders
Which our self-esteem can rest on.
Although we’re alone
And that’s not so good.
We learn very slowly,
We kill one another consistently
Without respect or care.
We lie to ourselves and others
And we disconnect
From most things that make us healthy.
“We” make me sick.
One day when it is all gloomy
What the hell am I still doing here,
What am I waiting for
When I know how it will end:
Humans will either create another pandemic,
Or drop a bomb,
Or less disastrously, old age and illnesses
Will crawl up on me,
To which I hope to be a dispassionate witness.
Another day, when it’s all sun
I see you crawl, lying to yourself,
It is a lie, for it is all the same disaster.