No more heroes

The doom awaiting us all

There comes a time when life is so
directionless that the back, like the front has no one left to do
right.
A time when it's as visibly pointless as a two-eyed niddle to fight.
In a generation with no regard for
brains or might.
A time when none of our actions
can reflect our future cuz it's not
that bright.

Soon, there will dawn a day when
it's expensive to be cheap, even a
bit.
When your icon, that moral
compas, shrinks, strays from the
right and starts cursing.
When we drop our morals like a
bad habit-
Because it kills us to keep living.

In the day that you fail to make
out the figure in the mirror,
whom do you turn to?
When the wall between right and
wrong comes crumbling down,
When you breathe pain for life,
like you O2,
When destiny steps on your head
while you drown.

Then you learn to live because
you're not dead.
You seek, but can't find cuz even
death sends you best wishes.
Like a rasta, the future, we dread,
And everything's begining spells
the time it finishes.

That hero-less time could be
another tall tale in my mind,
But no, it's too real, too feasible.
It's that lost moment that keepers
fail to find,
And when you open your eyes,
it's more than just visible.

It's easy to see what we want,
And blind ourselves to the
realities about which we don't
care.
Truth is, just because you can't-
See something, doesn't mean that
it's not there.


Keep Smiling

Author's Note

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