Last night I dreamt of the Cliffs of Moher,

The sun low turning the water burgundy.

The water seemed endless like the Dead Sea,

Insurmountable.

Everything changed.

Heat-lightning lit up the sky,

As if Zeus himself was ‘yeeting’ down the bolts,

Trying to strike down the Minotaur.

Instead they struck the water.

Scouring the sea, 

Electricity took anything it could find.

I watched an Angler Fish float to the surface.

I’m sure Griffin McElroy could have ‘found the funny’,

But I could not.

I only see the bad,

The horrors gripping our world.

A journalist covers a war zone,

Soldiers running in their combat boots.

Bullets ripping through the air,

And ripping through people.

I do not know why this happens, I am no Plato.

I don’t want to think about the horrors,

But the only drink I have is a non-alcoholic Brandy Slush.

Oh Well. It’s 4:20 somewhere.

Instead ‘Exigimos’,

I could demand and protest with others.

From Tyler to Rachel,

We could try to stop the bad.

Our generation is one of action.

We say let’s get this bread,

But getting the motivation is hard.

I just want to eat my Blueberry Pancakes instead.

I think Penelope Scott was right,

I don’t feel like much of a protagonist,

Or maybe I need to see life as a worthy opponent,

Who’s to say?

Either way,

Don’t worry about me.