This is why I cry. How many times do I have to see my life flash before my eyes? This is why I dream. I would never show people what I see. This is why I sound unrealistic. The truth is explicit.

This is why I keep me to me. You all do not believe! They have done it to you and me. The reality is you know what I mean. They, it, you, and me. They give movie titles to our atrocities and shortcomings.

This is why I wake up with uncertainty. I am a rollercoaster fiend. It seems the lows bring the best out of me. This is why I spew these things. My thoughts are busting out of the seams.

I know you will not hear me, mainly because you refuse to read, but I need you to think of all the things you need to breathe and who provides those things. Are you outside growing your own greens? Are we creating our own cities? Do you have a say in your community? Are you able to survive without the help of the enemy?

This is why I laugh. That wad of cash will never last. We have traded our survival skills, acres, and labor for a bunch of green paper. Less creativity and more productivity. A true waste of a species. This is why I am not surprised by the rise of AI. Our species has become weak. Our children are far from sweet. Men and women fighting on every street. Their plan is almost complete.