It’s time to face the music. You may remember something true from hanging out years ago. Before it all went sour. The vagaries of past lives, forgotten loves, and good times aren’t the same anymore. Those days when we had huge dreams. The life of the party. The fellows who had to be true unto themselves. They’re no longer around. I’m not sure what happened, but it seems like a familiar fate.
Outlived any usefulness, no longer relevant. Those were different times that began with hope and ended with a thud and a promise of tomorrow’s next big thing. Brokering a deal with death, dueling with demons past, competing for total derangement of the senses much less any common sense. It’s not unusual for people to fall by the wayside, failing the test of time. Verve, vim, and vigor diminish over years; the results aren’t always good. Piss and vinegar with big balls. Maybe. A shell of the former self. All kings are dead, or soon will be.
People aren’t durable enough to endure the foibles of forever lies in life’s folly. That world’s over. Give us your tired, frail, weak, huddled masses fearful of shadows and darkness. They can’t stay here. Unable to keep up with life’s maddening pace, we coalesced. Give up and give in. Barely surviving on less than nothing. The failure of the world's fate is our failure, along with the lack of faith and hope of all who dwell in this place. Why should it make sense? Everything to this point never made any difference in our understanding of what it means to be human. Humanity never got it from the start. First the body goes, then the mind tags along. Unable to exist without a brain. Follow the leader.
Not made of stronger stuff, we stumble on. Casually muddling through the muck of days with no real joy or pleasure in the process. Exercising futile attempts to explain why we’re here as humans and, more so, why we believe anything at all. Don’t pretend that it’s okay to be right or wrong inside this human skin. It all lives freely in thoughts. Not one single thing occurs without thinking about it happening first. The aftermath of cold calculations never materialized, and flawed decisions made in haste never fit old narratives, but the equations don’t always work. The facts are still there; we’re flawed. Being honest is very different from telling the truth.
It seems like a lifetime. How we demoralized ourselves. The ones who have no clue. Couldn’t make simple math work without errors. Recall, if you can, a time when there were no wars or any peace here. You can’t. Discover your own way out to get back to the end of the line and start over again. There’s no formula for forgiveness in yourself or anyone else. Nights of romantic overtures give way to old age, loneliness, and feelings of regret that all love’s in vain. This society has no shame in the slightest transgressions towards others. No room in hell for the hated dance of life, as well as the way it gets there. Hell on earth seems logical.
Knowing less every moment is the key to arriving on schedule for the living. Forget about the dead. Reject the past. Let go of the future. Surviving is not an option. It’s always now. Don’t pretend to know how, understand why, or what it means to be clueless. Only fools will say they know what they do before telling them what to expect. Fooled into believing that people are important in the equation of worldview, all made and created equal. There’s no such creature, no such thing as equality. Figments of life in the modern-day postscript, the result of which is a collection of fundamental facts about life and the lies and myths that we trust and care about others. It is easy to say we won’t get fooled again, yet here we are with the same old story of excuses for our lack of progress in understanding. Somehow it’s unbelievable. Inconceivable how we fall for this nonsense trap. A trick played on us, fooled by the fools.
We always get duped and manipulated by a few who’ve lied about everything for so long that it seems true. The authentic story begins with a simple lie that becomes true; in fact, it’ll happen so often that the lie becomes a reality. We fell for it. Think about accepting the truth, about believing the lies. Shame on us. The people deserve better than that mess. Some say this is the beginning of the end, but it was going down long before we even knew what was coming after it happened. They think that they can silence us with their actions, or inaction, but they’re wrong. The more they lie, the worse it gets. Don’t give into false promises of lies built on the promise of more lies.