Am I a hypochondriac?
Do I focus on pain and suffering too much?
or is this world a giant version
of “Crabs in a bucket”?
Is it a blessing to live a long life or
would it be a curse of sorts
having to witness the hypocrisies
having to become detached
to ease your conscience
having to make excuses and
justifications for humanity
Pointing fingers, everyone has so much to say
but says so little…
Where are all the heroes and princes
I read about as a child? I guess
fairy tales are what they are…tales
The selfishness and shallowness
never ceases to amaze me
maybe I am crazy because I
even think nature can be brutal
The food chain? Eating each other?
We pluck flowers
because they look pretty
until they die…
then they are tossed as garbage
Who is the sane? what is really real?
are we all in (Plato’s) The Cave?
because we all seem delusional
some are just better at bullshitting