Simply trying to think clearly -
Times and destiny against me;
Not alone, it is we all.
A world of digits and addiction,
It admittedly an effort,
Tiny hippocampus shrinking ever.
Worlds and words that curl around reality
Like smoke from chimney.
Chronicles of global sadness,
Headlined news chronically bad.
A world of digits and statistics of a world on fire,
World that cultivates desire.
Ego mine is trying, as a consequence,
To change the sequence.
No veneer or scornful sneer.
Pensive, clear, fully sincere -
Harder, probably, than ever.