The parable of rabbits in the swap

Like mismatched partners, I've began

to question whether my mind

was tailored for connections.

Moments of distortion with life

become increasingly constant and

the fluidity of the river that was once

thought comes to an abrupt end.

Was i born the right time?

Questions as such linger my mind.

How does a whole generation

Submissively abide to an amoral doctrine?

Constitutional and societal inoculation will be the demise of us,

we can't quell the orange of man

into a rigid bureaucratic system.

Although whats done is done and the damage is irreversible.

This model has failed the vision.

Could this be me?

This form of flesh and bones, these interactions and memories

or rather the facade, the illusive deception of wanting to be.

A desperate attempt to create meaning

out of the desolate void that is existence.