SOCIETY

We
rush recklessly forward
in awkward sentient colonies
blinded
by self-preservation
and fragility
consumed
by regret
and indecision and
burdened by lust
(shadowy voyeurs that we are)
and
in unreasonable haste
by misunderstanding.

We awaken

sleeping
powered
(faultlessly)
by emotion and media:
desperate
to get ahead of change
before change changes.

We push
almost silently alone
– forgivably selfish –
and factory bred to be unaware
of what to ignore
drowning ourselves in excuses
and reasons to find them
and
searching for peace
but harbouring nothing
– absolutely nothing –
of the sort.

We survive
possessed by impression
and ruined by greed.

We launch
propelled onward
and up
finding any description that fits
to fit
calling it ‘destiny’
(the time we have left)
oblivious
that time exists
nowhere
but in the moments that we hurry
now
(society, that is)
in droves
to pass on by.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 January, 2014