It makes sense it’s the end of the world,
everything is going so good!
It’s funny how cold it is.
And it doesn’t really matter why
things are happening
the way they are.
It matters if you think it’s enough,
that’s all it takes,
you making it matter enough.
You must stand separate from the fray
and be infected by it
but not killed
your system made more hearty.
And then you have to find a way
to communicate with kids
straight and pure
while not knowing if
the breeze through the trees
and the night owl
and sunshine birds
are natural creatures out of the mystery,
If they are manufactured truths
in some game we aren’t aware of,
By only the virtue that you exist
you exist and so you must
and that is your saving grace.
You exist and so you must have volition.