All that the past endured and experienced
Makes me humble and envious
I recall hearing the stories of the greatest generation
World wars, technological and social advances, discrimination
My challenges and contributions seem small
Not that I can’t create or effect change to combat hate
But in this polluted and diluted world, the bar is set far too low for great
What can I write that hasn’t already been written?
I’m not even surprised anymore when tectonic plates start shifting
When everyone is special and the end never really ends
Where one’s life purpose becomes consumption in perpetuity
Fast food, binge watching, is social media using me?
Why is utopia’s comfort and freedom so painful and restrained?
Perhaps we know to much and are slowly going insane?