sometimes i feel like a father to some. with lots of knowledge, smarts and fun. caring and nuturing for those that seem glum. but then i realise that it is i whom is dumb…
Unless you are the universe itself, “all” is unattainable. Humans do not possess the capacity to “have it all”, for we are miniscule in comparison to the vast expanse of the cosmos…
This story poem can be summarised as existentialism and dread upon the realisation that it’s probably best to just not ever pass on ones genes if they wish no harm to come the next generation due to seeing the harsh reality of the state of the world in todays age. Told from the perspective of
McDream's Poetry 