Broken Cogwheel

Once upon a time (about half an hour ago), there was a sad, angry boy who realised something that might, according to some, be dubbed ‘important’.

The world is a mess and has been a mess for a very long time. Possibly, the world has been a mess ever since we rose to prominence. Or maybe not.

But am I wrong when I consider this important? Do all people reach that conclusion? And if they do, do they keep thinking about it?

I know I do. I keep trying to think of a better way, or a way out, or at least a way to make things a little more tolerable. 
       Still, I realise that I might be the one who’s wrong. I might be the broken cogwheel that hinders the flawless tick-tock of the well-oiled machine we have built for ourselves.

But then again, I just might have glimpsed a bit of a truth when I spoke of the cage we’ve locked from the inside. Either way, I’m being too serious for my own good and I will soon be running out of stale sarcasm.

I have one more serious topic to discuss, however. Only one more, I promise.

You do realise I’m lying when I say that, don’t you?