Life, being a petty shame,
brings our attention to days gone by.
The rage of what we've missed harshly aflame.
Histories told, and legacies found,
our minds tricked to believe in something far gone.
Fantasy of living in a world far from our own abound.
The ground below our feet no longer observed,
as we forget to remember where we are.
The good of today often never referred.
We live in dark times,
this we know is true.
A scary place with inevitable crimes.
Yet I still have hope,
we are not yet lost to ourselves.
We do not need to give in to this downward slope.
We will be pushed, and we will bend,
the path is sown with conflict and pain.
But I promise you we will not break in the end.