What do we do?

The questions come up once again, from yet another angle. We study them slowly turning them this way and that in our minds. What do we do? Where do we go from here? Burnt out on the big picture... Too far beyond our control... Can't believe in politics anymore... Too obviously a sham... Work hard, try to make something good happen... Already given too much, and for what? Get tired, forced to retreat, back inside, take care of ourselves or dry up. Walk around in an empty shell with nothing left but hollow addictions. Find a tiny ember somewhere in the ashes of a soul. Feed it with fine tinder and gentle breath. Maybe a passion will light, a desire for something, anything. Can't stop to find the precious thing. The whips are cracking, must move, must keep trudging. Lament of the system slave... These discussions seem pointless, but they're all we've got. Feels like we're close to something. But what? Look forward to a day of honest existence when the issues are not obscured by the factional schizophrenia of our collective mind. Keep your hope alive even if it's just some scrappy geraniums in a window box or knick-knacks on a shelf that mean nothing to anyone in the whole world, except for you.

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