How Did We Come To This

When I was a child, I thought like a child, played like a child, free of worry and stress, innocently happy. I dreamt of knights and dragons, of spaceships and adventure, my Chi clear and peaceful as the sea. But now roads are diverging in the woods, a dire beast drags itself toward Bethlehem. Shall we continue our every day, dealing useless goods? Or concern us with countless devils, try battle them? For the end, my friend, is very, very nigh, whether by alien extermination or asteroid strike, or underreported, nefariously political, virally thrown die, our world, old poets and authors saluted, will not end up as we like.