Stagnation
Some days I am fire, some days I am ice,
Some days I am darkness, curled up in vice,
But all days I am human, all days I am me.
It is for better or for worse you see.
Wish as I want, wish as I need,
Nothing will change, nothing will take heed.
For hollow cries, for empty voices,
They offer endless choices,
But they are lies.
This poem is about:
Our world