Something simple can be complicated by years of conditioning, and the condition of an individual’s state of mind can be so wholly warped into stone through generations of insidious whittling.
Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?
Trends pulse and pop.
Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?
Buy plastic pastels
Sparkly notions dreamlike.
Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion
Black nails again.
Pearlescent greens and blues
We need things to suck up our sickness,
Rolling ideas gain traction
And become popular.
Cats are a constant.
The places we escape to are only so original
We can help each other find sanctuary.
Share, spread the good word.
Things grow and curl around our culture,
Become our reality.
Almost infinite complexity that we’re wrapped up in and made of.
I work to understand my own beliefs and where they come from, I’m certain of little, although I’ve learnt so much,
I want to be a gentle generation.
I want us to do the right thing.