Wasted off another long gone yesterday.
The mirror can’t lie,
not as well as I can,
and my eyes adjust to the darkness
of a future sky,
never known,
worst fears actualized.
Something isn’t right.
Some critical failure
has been allowed to cause
cascading crashes in our mainframe.
Virus animated,
introduced organically,
diabolically manipulated
to obtain a pre-planned end state?
That’s the question.
The mirror offers no answers.
I used to curse the sky,
but now I rely on mankind
for disaster after disaster.
Orchestrating that dystopian register.
Turns out we all knew it was coming.
We used to think
we’d side with the Freedom Fighters,
but when we look around,
there’s few to call on.
Cowards.
I see plenty of cowards.
One stares at me from the mirror,
mocking accusingly.
Fuck him.
He never had the guts to do anything.
Steam covers up that old nemesis.
Shit,
shower,
and shave,
then back to the parade.
Another fool
wasting his days,
while the whole circus is in flames.
What a fun game.
Revolution was never in my veins.
I think I was infected
at middle age,
or maybe,
we’re all born
on this stage
at the time our lines
are meant to be said.
Better speak mine
before I’m dead.
The man in the mirror
finally nods his head
and smiles at me.
First time
in a long while,
actually.
Got a date with destiny.
She’s hotter than a lit cigarette.
Turns up like a bad penny.
The end of me.
The end of my enemy.
Why do I subscribe to such insanity?
No one gets to be bored in 2020.
HG – 2020
