2am - contemplate the world

Stuck on a coffee high
too tired to stay awake and yet
I’m too awake to close my eyes
Stuck in an awful cycle of regret

At this witching hour I’m left to ponder
just how the years go by so fast
and how hard it is not to squander
the days as they vanish into the past

A year ago seems so far behind
thousands of words were written since then
and time is very rarely kind
often snatching thoughts before they reach paper and pen

If I don’t become a scientist
should I become a comedienne?
I contemplate becoming more grist
In the mill which is our society and spat out again

Determined to make a difference
but my generation has so few tools
to cut through rife ignorance
lined up all around and laughing like we’re the fools

It feels like our hands are tied
as we all watch the world slowly die
Too young to be taken seriously, but our eyes are open wide
We’ve seen the mistakes made and hidden within a lie

The world as a whole has become too complacent
Expecting everything to be alright
but it’s not, it’s broken and bent
withering under a blight

But it’s not too late to stand and fight
To learn, educate, and glorify knowledge
which has been lost to the sorry plight
of mankind overly righteous as it draws close to the edge.