Am I?

Am I to be banished into the depths of my gloom, my despair? To be cast aside? To live a life in the shadows and be moved only by darkness? To be endlessly submerged in awareness, in thought?

Am I not to have and relish in something, so sought after, so needed, that it hurts to want?

Am I to perish without ever living a full life?

Am I just but another man? One of millions, who doesn't matter? Just another number, like I'm not really here?

And is that man supposed to accept the circumstances, the situation, the position he is in?

As if he's a robot and doesn't feel anything, like he's expected to do so and somehow that makes everything ok?

But it's not, though, is it? Oh, but he'd think twice about venting his frustrations out to the world, wouldn't he?

No one would bat an ear to what he has to say, because, one, he's a man and two, most won't care.

No because we're all focused on our own struggles, aren't we? We like to hide in ourselves and lock ourselves away from the world.

And build up forts around us, to keep us comfortable and safe.

Then we wonder why we can't trust each other, well I'm not surprised.

There's clearly a lack of understanding in the world because of a lack of connection, that's all it is.

But we don't act on it much, do we? No, of course we don't, why would we, when we can just go on our phones instead and look at the newest trends, watch memes, look at some "somebody's" feed and read some threads.

Or playing video games and binge-watch series all day in bed. Eating and drinking crap.

After a while, those high walls make us vulnerable, no longer able to protect.

Turning us into weaker versions of ourselves. Degrading our ability to think critically. Stripping us of our intelligence. Stopping us from seeing what is going on behind the scenes, the curtains of industry.

Making society one ugly, lonely, dystopian place to live.

Sorry Louis Armstrong, but I beg to differ this time.