I like to pretend that I’m upset to hide the fact that I don’t care.
I simulate fits of rage and bite people on the cheek to protest against
the dwindling state of the world. I cry wolf whenever I see a TV ad, and
wear aluminum foil on my head for protection.
They human gods who pursue to change people’s destinies
will not reach into my mind mess with their colorful, sellable verbose.
But I feel a tidal force crushing and rushing me at the bottom of this
increasingly aseptic world machine.
I cannot move with the flow,
the fickle crowd in a fleeting delirium seek easy lynches and moral short cuts
and then proceed to build new schools.
It is self preserving sanity not to care and long only for the ocean.