Hopeless

Life is an illusion.

We are alone in this vast universe, with no one but ourselves to blame for all that is wrong in the world.

Although a glimmer might appear on the horizon, cloaked in darkness with bright color beaconing

Even that is an illusion because beauty fades

Death and destruction abound.

THere is no hope of change. No hope that life will ever be anything but what it is right now.

Nothing is new, all is a repeat of what lived and died before.

There is no magic, no wonder

no beauty.

Yeah, right.....