My Dreams have been Dark of late

With the unfolding of recent events, the ocean of melon collie is as apparent as it has ever been, the world seems in slow motion and time ticks by relentlessly, the moments that we spend in desperation and moods of a less than savory nature are more than we can bear despite our ignorance of our oppressor. And we whether forced or by a spirit of inspiration move forward into whatever may come next, the future shrouded in a mist of confusion and peculiarity. We prize ourselves so highly as if we are the only ones that enter into this windowless eternity of thought, but this is blatant fallacy and we damn well know it, we are not the only ones who feel as we feel or seek as we seek, we are the same as so many both past present and future, perhaps somewhere in the recesses of our minds we discover this. Unusual and strange, individualistic or one of a kind, we are not magnificent, we are just another neither better nor worse, simply other. Another soul intrepid, searching for higher ground without a thing in the world figured out despite our familiarly with it, what are we to do, as smoke in the wind shall we pass unnoticed or will another catch wind and scream FIRE at the top of their lungs.