I long for yesterday's innocence
As if it could save the human race
From its self-destruction
A world caught up in
Fashion trends and fake news headlines
As if the real issues in our world
Take a back seat
To blind consumerism
Nothing can heal our scars
Nor prevent the eventual collapse of our
Self-constructed empires
Then I look to the sky and wonder
What does it all mean?
Our own insignificance
Drowned out by
Likes and Instagram followers
Was it ever worth it?
