Waiting For…

politics is so dull that it drives you out of the chair
the books began to resemble each other
the movies seem drawn to indigo
and the music is played with the same seven notes
words alone cannot cover all this emptiness, this distance
nor the images. no matter how unique
we are so colorless
so we need a lot of paint
to color every moment of life. and it hurts
all this emptiness.
poverty is no longer a viable motivational idea
nor the crushing of the ego. nor competition
we are at a standstill
as big as a meteorite
which destroyed the happiness of the dinosaurs
prostration is the name that coordinates our existence