I watch from underwater, trance-like,

As my fellow humans destroy our home.

I watch from beneath the waves, detached,

As the first world shits on the third and calls it fair.


I’m cursed with seeing life’s injustices;

At any given moment I could guess twelve

Different doomsdays, none of them wrong.

I even see the solutions, rendered implausible by human nature.


I’m a cynical bastard;

I’ve seen too many things.

I crave sweet naivety,

But condemn ignorance as the problem.


I’m a holier-than-thou asshole,

But forgive me if you can,

For the weight of the world’s on my shoulders,

But Atlas I am not.