Today I question everything,
As misinformation fills the space
Of tongue and page alike.
Theories and former truths
Stand with palms upturned and
Beliefs crouch further back,
Scrabbling in soil for flowers
Once in bloom, yet now
Stripped of petal and hue.
All words have lost their meaning!
Yesterday I was so certain that
Seeds of doubt couldn’t find
A crack in the concrete shell
To grow into mighty clinging ivy.
Now all I know is that I know
Nothing and that’s the stand
I will now find some sun in
In hope to thrive for future me’s.
I know nothing and, in some cases,
Even less than that I fear.
Not even that I’m alive.
Oh, what a world I now inhabit.
What will become of future
Dingbats such as I when this
Enlightened technological age
Crashes with no chance of reboot?
When all of what we believe has
Been rewritten by ill-informed
Bedroom journalists and teenaged
Prankster encyclopaedia updaters,
How will we find water in a swollen
River when thirst grabs us?
A new year comes: I must follow.