Hollow

Why are we here? What is the purpose of us? Is it purely to follow blindly and consume?
Everyday there is struggle, oppression and anguish. Opressors and opressed, what will our legacy be?

What will we leave to those who will follow? Would we exist without the struggles or stagnate? Is it the aspiration that one day there will be unconditional harmony some day soon?

Are we meant to exist in our bubbles in the hope that the world will fix itself? So lost in our hollow little worlds following our own little hollow pursuits, our faith has been lost in religion, humanity and in ourselves as people.

Distracted by fame, gadgetry and the facades of terror.  Despite our intelligence we recoil at the thought of acting on what is before us. Our own sense of wellbeing is of greater significance than murder, theft and famine.

Is it our fault or are we the bastard children of our forefather's who mindlessly preach the twisted rhetorics of those before? Change is promised yet nothing changes, we are wonderous creatures yet somewhere between infancy and adulthood we loose the simple ability to share.

How different would things be if resources were shared? Idea's and materials exchanged mutually rather than used for exploitation. The fences torn down and we existed as one instead of individuals. Keep us divided and we're kept defeated.