my pessimism permeates into all conversation
sometimes when i lay awake at night i begin to imagine
a life without death, invulnerability, lack of entropy
i can imagine an unimaginable amount of change when it’s hard to see
progress to come, and things to happen
it’s my pessimism though that brings me back to what really matters
suffering, even for i, the invulnerable
for i would watch the same day repeat over and over
misogyny, racism, repeated for hundreds of years
classism, hierarchy, it’s just part of life here
on earth, where life is short
and time is spent just once
every seconds worth regretting
when death is coming up
but me, the invulnerable magic man from space
i watch from a higher plane
my essence, my humanity, i’m afraid i’ve gone insane
because progress comes at the cost of peace of mind
when you’re invulnerable, that empathy’s hard to find