Sincerest Soliloquy:A Faltering Appeal

Conquered minds, blind to our fetters, divided by nothing but lies

We pour time in repugnant futility, naively nurturing our disdain

Collectively, potentially the means are in our hands

To ascend the drudgery, the agony, the desire, we have it all

But at odds we descend, again and again,

Bailing our sinking ships with thimbles

Flogging our dead horses with obsolescence

Propping up our avalanches with wishes and prayers

No less a fool am I, alone to think I could make a dent

But a lone is an illusion.

Rise

Please rise