Slowly her cheeks deflated
She only wants a firm grasp on reality
But reality isn't firm, I guess you could liken to gas or liquid but that will never be enough
The truth is none of us are grown ups
None of us know what we're doing
We're all just children fighting over there in a carefully constructed sandbox
Over objects or land
While everything else around us is Falling apart
And we can't even muster enough focus to lift our eyes up and see the chaos
Our parents will never teach us we have no control
Cause that would be terrifying for them to face
We can take it really, but not them
They have been doing everything right
They are our superheroes, our support system, our tooth fairy
Our shelter from the nightmares and bed monsters
They are so lost, they are hanging on so tight
Money, evictions, food on the table, health
These are all just mental distractions
From what's really happening
Does anyone know the real form of this entire universe
Or even 30 percent of what we think we already perceived true?
I don't know. Neither do you
Scientists don't. Teachers don't. Doctors don't. Parents don't
Please please please know that your parents have no f*cking idea about anything
That is what's gonna save you from the apocalypse