Our Race

The silence stabs, wounds, but never kills.
Walls of ice section off contact.
So easily broken, so easily shattered,
But never melted.
Get up, fall down.
Life's a constant stumble.
Never sure of your footing,
Blundering along like a drunk fool.
Knowledge; useless.
Debate; pointless.
Egos sap the fun out of fun.
The filling and refilling leads to nothing,
But an empty, dreary tiredness.
Stupid mistakes haunt a stupid brain.
Things said, unsaid, said wrong.
People run around with boxes to fit you in.
Protest, and you fit in the bad box, the trash,
To be thrown out with all the other wrong opinions.
To meet hatred with vengeance,
Stupidity with disdain,
Ignorance with ego,
It's all too easy.
Passing the blame from yourself,
To the other, then back to yourself.
As long as everyone's miserable.
And so we wander, like sheep with no shepherd,
Dashing madly to the next hole to fall in,
A crevasse to shatter our bones in,
And relieve us of our touted freedom.
The human race, ladies and gentlemen.
The race to oblivion.

Ready.

Set.

Go.