The Reality

By Kelly Hitchcock

The reality of the world

It’s indifferent to you and me

Life is contingent on birth and death

That’s it - It's a paradoxical irony

Our modern eyes have become distorted

We see complete order - are we all fools?

We ignore the obvious

Survival is the exception, death is the rule

We try hard to save the world

As if it needs to be saved

We obsessively worry all through the night

And we frantically pray during the day

We do all we can to ignore or avoid the obvious

The internal narrative we push down deep inside

We are afraid to acknowledge it

We're scared of what lies on the other side

So we make a stronger drink

We smoke or eat so much we can't breathe

We watch a movie

Try to have sex - but one can't fulfill the deed

The reality - the world doesn't need our help

We are the poor souls about to die

Perhaps that's why this bothers you?

The real tragedy -  you and I