It starts with consciousness
Wrapping my mind, flowing through my fingertips
There is a sense of calm
Silence within my mind
But these are all
Merely traces of gentle sleep
Sooner or later
There will be noise
There will be emotions
There will be screaming
There will be hate
Alas, consciousness is such a shrewd thing
For it reminds us of another day we've lived
Another day we've survived
But that is all it knows
Does it realize what we wake up to?
The destruction our eyes gaze upon?
Of course it doesn't
It just knows
It opens the doors to
One more day