At the Rate we are Going

At the rate we are going

Will we run out of phone numbers?

Will we run out of creative names for social media accounts?

Will we run out of room for houses and furnishings?

Think about how many dogs come calling to the name ‘Max’

Is any idea worth anything anymore?

Is any thought even your own anymore?

At the rate we are going, creativity is dying.

Epiphany

Expedition to the clouds

Is a far more exciting-sounding adventure

Than seeing if Atlantis was a real

Lost city

Or if the Mayans really did just

Vanish into thin air

Like they never mattered.

Almost like they never

Even

Existed

Think of how many groups of people

Who’s ideas,

Names and faces

Are forever forgotten

Think of what happens to you when nobody

Says your name ever

Again

I’m dumb

So the world must be dumb,

I see the world through my dumb eyes

Putting a dumb filter

On this dumb fucking planet

Spin and spin

The spoon in the coffee

Avoiding conversations

That are bound to happen

Picking and picking

At food gone cold

Sitting here at the kitchen table

The silence doesn’t get old