• Myth and magic are two words that go hand in hand.
    But man and magic is a tragic contradiction.
    Once we knew and even understood but now…
    There is only a rift that damns all who acknowledge it,
    To a comfy white room with a constant buzz,
    Of the truly comfortably numb.
    It leaves a hole so large and engulfing, open.
    The land and soul alike.
    But society keeps plugging us along
    With their ideals and rules imposed upon all.
    Humanity marches along in a line of perpetual destruction.
    Like good little ants directed by their queen.
    Who is the true queen here?
    The one in control of it all?
    Is it some faceless villain?
    Or society?
    Television?
    I think it is ourselves,
    And the Human Condition.