pessimism

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