What If

What if they gave us
everything we asked for,
what would be left to want,
what would be left to pray for?
What if they gave us
everything we needed,
What would be left to lack,
what would be left to beg for?
What if all the color in the world
is an illusion like the blue of sky?
What if all the sound in the world
is just a pretty lie?
What if everything we’ve got
is burning down to die?
Who are we fighting?
Who are we losing to?
Who are we up against?
What’s it coming to?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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