My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. Does this make me a terrible person? Through your eyes, the eye of the beholder, you might see me as the fellow human who’s made you lose your confidence in humanity because of my lack of belief...

It’s a viscous cycle. With every soul, losing confidence from the next in line. When will it end? Where does one look for a burning candle in pitch of darkness?

Where do we go?
How do we get out?
Why does the world continue to turn, while so many are faithless?

If we'd been born pixies, fairy's in the woods.
We'd all be dead, and ash because there is no belief in our blue world.

So I'll speak my words once more. My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. And yet the world keeps turning with the next man  falling down like a domino in a line.

Cause and effect.
The ever present chain of reaction