Try as you may,
to keep the bubble,
of your frail existence,
burst it will.
Cosmeticize to your heart’s content,
miseries and trophies of a life lived,
on terms made by your growing self,
your independent self, your free of influence self.
Make it a one of a kind bubble.
Connect with other bubbles,
on values shared.
Make a fist.
Make a tongue.
Make a noise.
It will all still go.
Fighting over insignificance,
virtuous selfishness is no match
in face of malicious selflessness.
The game plan needs to be bigger,
bigger than your lifetime,
you selfish little meat bags.
Failing simulation of humanity,
and we are still fighting over a pixel,
of our fleeting existence.