I’m losing my deepest held principles,
They’re flailing like leaves on the wind,
Just out of reach,
I sit grinding my teeth,
Wondering when everything ends,
Who will I be then?
Who am I even now?
I’m terrified of everyone who’s so sure that they know what they know,
I’m no optimistic fool,
But pessimism’s just depressing isn’t it?
The fundamental goodness of humanity,
Is hanging by a splintering thread,
We hold up our hands for every mistake,
In an eternal Mexican Wave,
Can we be better now?
Why put off till tomorrow something which you can do today?
Oh, I hate that phrase,
I’m no pessimistic dick,
But being optimistic’s not realistic any more,