• We’re living in a Utopia,
    Beautiful and comfortable,
    But delicate.

    We’re dying in a dystopia,
    Buried in landfills
    Along with our holy scriptures,
    Awaiting our hour of resurrection.

    We’re living a dangerous life
    On the edge of reality,
    Chasing the mornings,
    Praying we survive another day.

    We idolize flying pigs
    Sitting on their throne of corruption
    On skyscrapers that tower over mountains.

    How? When?
    Where will we go?
    That is,
    If we ever do escape.