We are all hunkered down in our shelters,
much like the cavemen of yore
who hid from plague, thunderstorms and mammoths,
clueless and fearful, unable to resort to any means
to get past the dangers.
Like them, we are muddied in real communication,
choosing to just dance to latest trends,
making memes and poking fun of others instead.
There are some who try and venture out,
only to be trampled, murdered and blown away.
The rest of us in the shelters utter solemn words
and scoff and provide insights and analysis
on what went wrong and how things should work.
But the crooked
find a way out.
The others are hungover
on politeness and pre-conceived notions,
only to be slapped in the face
by reality when it's their time;
and even in that cognizance,
they are alone and face the storms and mammoths alone.
Such is the time we have come to-
we don't have time to make memories anymore.
