Futile Thoughts

a product of retaliation

we are divided into sections

that suggest we are separate

segregating our pre-conceptions

despite growth through platforms

we remain in our boxes

dividing generations through differences

we all relate to this division

we all live with a mission

to exist and grow 

yet it's all repetition

how do we escape

the pressure of existence

materialism is futile

these platforms do not exist

we swallow this poison

that was never prescribed

questioning whether this land

will re-ignite or survive

how do we accept

such vast changing decisions

developed by us the consumers

foraged through the depth of existence

such enforced status

is diminishing historical distress

your authenticity is key

'we are they'

and 'they are us'

we ache for connection

that never feels enough

we are separate yet one

i feel separate 

from you and from me

when will we re-align?

division is the product 

that we created

- this land is futile