no future

All the good guys are gone
All our heroes dead and buried
We live on as ghosts
amongst monsters who eat our children and devour our dreams
yet we still live in our memories, on endless repeat
rehashing the best there never was
With dreams that are at best diversions,
at worst caricatures
of futures envisioned but never lived.
Utopias drowned in screens, clicks and endless ‘likes’
no love, no hope, no endless summers
“no future for YOU, no future for ME”
and thats the best there ever was
The human experience distilled as disillusion
repackaged as retribution,
redistributed as reverie
Echos, noise, static.