Misery Drone - Human Future

I don’t see much for the future

Too many variables lie in wait

Vast substance to consider

Refusing to evade

Plans doubtless to falter

See little beyond each day

Years hiding in a prison

An unwelcome intrusion

Biding time before plunging into the maelstrom

Facing the sprawling chasm inside

Facets splintering into hysteria

Unfurling neuroses, festered into psychoses

New faces, new minds

To accept, to dispute

The voice inside