Always Impending Doom

All our systems will break down and planes will fall from the sky. Plagues will stalk the land and it is hard to stop the hysteria for it quickens the blood and feeds all the addictions. It gives us excuses for not doing what we should which in turn makes systems fail and hysteria advance. Even the calmest amongst us must sense some indecision and wonder if it is some frivolous compulsion or the beginning of a great shake out, a cleansing of a species gone psycho. In our lemming soul do some run towards disaster, off the cliff, that others may survive? And on the day after, in the calm of a setting sun, do we congratulate ourselves for not being part of the madness, knowing that we were.