I've become tired of my life yet again,
Can't escape a sinking feeling
That it isn't real.

Sometimes life seems
So coincidental, the way
Things seem so convenient to

Exist so specifically for the sake
Of ourselves. And that the
Science of things

Is always and
Will never stop changing
Because science is figment of

Our pre-existing world that
Builds on top of
Itself.

Like
Beautiful ivory
Towers building themselves
Up for us. So that we may climb a
Tower of babel and destroy our shackles
And talk face to face with our immortality, or
Our creator or our destroyer or our fears or our goals.

But its a far off notion that none of us would under
Stand anyway. Were all terrified of the things
We don't know. We all scramble our jets at
Least twice a week. Lay our tools to the
Side and indulge in injustice and
The suicidal tendencies of
Decent living. What
Are we doing?