mend ourselves

the world might end sooner than i thought everything is falling into place nature tires every day growing increasingly sickly systems are starting to fail young people are trying their best but the lives entwined in a system built to keep us enslaved continue each other's suffering people are standing up things are changing but for the few that matter they force their ignorance delusion by force they think it's working i have given my life to nothing in particular my passions go unrealised i get older but deceptively, i think there is time by following the very same order the same delusion that there is continuity in this current poisonous system it's keeping me trapped it's keeping us all trapped what mark have i made on the world? what mark can i make when everything breaks? how is the shame of an unrealised and true self greater than boiling oceans greater than seeing birds migrate for the very last time greater than the dying light of fading fireflies greater than tyranny rising…