The world has folded into apathy,
The people a jumble of missed opportunities,
The air as stale as hated words,
Who can tell me what to feel?
Who can show me how to grasp?
A faint stutter of lavish misconceptions
Rolling lies on a sea of broken backs,
smashing the minds like rotten eggs,
Who can promise me dreams of reality?
Who can interpret these hallucinations?
Dwell on this, the cell inside my psyche,
Trapping me from breaking free of this morose nightmare,
Skin crawls, body aches, eyes flutter, mind reels,
Who dares confront my inner demons?
Who wishes death upon the innocent slackers?
Who feels they know my heart or inner workings?
Who has received the brunt of my passion with bone and steel?
Who can change the tesseract that engulfs us towards doom?
Who has all the answers, who can say what life means?
Worst of all, how do you know?
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I watched the older, now classic movie TERMS OF ENDEARMENT tonite. It alone answers several of your questions.
And the people being a jumble of lost opportunity.
And those rolling lies.
“Who dares confront my inner demons?
Who wishes death upon the innocent slackers?
Who feels they know my heart or inner workings?
Who has received the brunt of my passion with bone and steel?
Who can change the tesseract that engulfs us towards doom?
Who has all the answers, who can say what life means?
Worst of all, how do you know?”
And there are many people with many such cells
and your cell is yours
and my cell is mine.
As one who communicates through movie quotes I thought of:”Why,Mr Anderson,why do you do it? Why get up? Do believe you are fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Freedom,or truth? Perhaps peace, could it be for love? Illusions, Mr Anderson, vaguaries of perception, temporary constructs by feeble human intellects trying desperately to justify thier exstience in a world without meaning or purpose and all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself! But only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love! You must see it by now, it’s pointless to keep fighting! WHY,Mr Anderson,why do you persist?!!?”
“Because I choose to.”