By thoughts…
scenarios…
the feeling of things being out of control.
Out of my hands.
Insufficient plans…
To make everything right.
In spite,
of EVERYTHING.
-Happening.
-Potential.
-Gone and past.
What, in time, will last?
This desecrated Earth?
Or Rebirth?
I really shouldn’t ask.
THINK FAST!
Here comes another doozy.
It’s all enough to make one quite woozy.
I can’t find a way…
TODAY.
But…
…
…maybe tomorrow…
Here’s to empathetic worry, moral dissent, hardcore cynicism, jaded political disdain, erratic fear, waves of complacency, and pessimistic optimism. CHEERS!
{Shrugs, hugs, and cheap ear plugs,
`Kimlee :* }
Anthropologistic 