Uncertopia
The whispers of forgetful mist have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ...
the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....
but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible..
as chaos has maliciously rolled normality conveniently into an untidy ball of confusion.
Day by day the outward absurdity grows and seems to take hold of normality by the throat ,shaking it’ and enjoying its pitiful whimpering ,
Many as do I ...stand agape and ask why or WHAT? At the strange happenings.
Tik Tak’s fly in the face of the world but are seemingly of little or no interest for humanity ,
But In their stead !‘
The real game of thrones plays out as the masked masses look on in dutiful silence in a numbing TV induced trance...
soaking up the monotony and hoping for salvation and change .
In these strange days ‘The night sky will soon be full of sentimental’s with uncaring prying eyes ...
yet no one seems to vocal a concern or reason for such things of looming uncertainty .
Day by day I observe that The veins of unrest and the Dark unknown are beginning to run deeper in the strata of human society.
Wether I am drinking my morning coffee or closing my eyes to begin sleep ,
There is one thought dominant above all others
.........As a species
we should be so much more than we are today .
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