I see you sitting by your fire
Like a caveman hugging your knees
Listening to the blood-curdling cries
Of a giant cat on the hunt.
I see you
Commuting to work
In your electric car
Or in you comfy clothes,
Working remotely,
Good citizen,
Well caffeinated and
Indoctrinated,
Racing to the Apocalypse.
But can you see me?
I am calling out to you to wake up!
Whatever you think you're doing, stop.
Because our days are numbered
And you must be reborn.
You are stuck in a tear of amber,
And will not make it as you are.
But somehow you still wake up
Each morning, imagining that
You are swinging on a chandelier.
