Arts
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?