where will we land?

All our heroes lie, then die, expecting us to follow on their legacies, complete their grand work and credit them with these achievements, but I’m not the genius, you found a way through the never-ending day and you’re gone

I feel like I’ve been left to continue a revolution I can’t make

Does the affected masses care, I had to dig under their chairs metaphorically

How can heroes find bodies for soldiers to carry on what once begun as our lives, Too many choices short-circuited your planet, too many opportunities for corruption.

The consumer has doomed your home

Rise and be above that

Everyone is falling

Where will you land?