You can feel there’s something wrong, can’t you?
That’s why you’re here.
Sometimes it overwhelms you,
but you look around
and the lemmings keep moving.
“Has nobody else noticed?
Maybe it’s just me.”
Back to your desk.
Back in line.
But that nagging, gnawing feeling
lingers in the back of your mind.
It rises,
it falls,
but it never dies.
Listen carefully, though.
It’s trying to tell you…
Something is broken.
Something’s not right.
Loneliness spreads.
The food is poison.
People are sick of body
and broken of mind.
Those trying to help
fight fires with tears.
We’ve replaced wires with chains,
playgrounds with screens,
and connection with likes.
The old world had Satan.
We have cheap dopamine.
We’re tethered to black mirrors.
We’re already cyborgs.
We drink,
we dose,
and we chase.
But in the silence between scrolls,
that voice grows louder.
Something is broken.
Something’s not right.
You turn on your TV.
And gargoyles in suits,
gnash their teeth,
both blaming each other
for the problems around us.
Hurling barbs back and forth
with forked tongues
and glassy eyes
trying to score points.
Trying to win a game
they don’t understand.
The money is broken.
The game feels rigged.
The concrete keeps sprawling.
The system is crumbling.
While our feeds scroll on.
Something is broken.
Something’s not right.
We’ve outsourced
responsibility,
accountability,
and agency.
“It’s not my fault,” people say.
“It couldn’t be helped.
How could we know any better?
The government should help.”
Decisions about health,
family,
and purpose —
spoon-fed to them,
absolving them of responsibility
and any need to think.
It’s a belief so damaging,
the devil himself could be whispering it :
“There’s nothing you can do.
You’re not responsible.
You never were.”
A lie that chains you.
Makes you think you are helpless.
That your sovereign power is useless.
That there is no hope.
“You’re not in control. You never were”
This is not by accident.
Things rarely are.
People are sleep-walking.
And they never look up.
But not you.
You’re listening.
You’ve turned down the noise.
You can hear the voice.
The voice that’s been whispering:
“This isn’t the way.
There’s more than this game,
and you can walk away.”
Your time here is short.
Don’t waste it in chains.
Don’t trade it for comfort.
Don’t sell yourself short.
You weren’t built to obey.
There’s more to your role.
You see the glitch in the pattern.
The tear in the veil.
So don’t go quietly.
Don’t shrink or submit.
Stand tall in the storm.
You have nothing to fear.
Live so fully that even Death takes pause.
You’re not crazy.
You’re here.
Right where you should be.
You just forgot for a moment.
But now,
you remember.
Everything is aligned.
It’s time to act.
It’s your story,
you’re up.
Something is broken.
So what will you do?
