The Choice Is Ours

So how are we supposed to ever learn
Never given the desire for ourselves to earn

The way of the world is ever changing fast
With toxicity to unfortunately last

Where did we go so wrong with life
What happened to struggle or strife

The thing we see as destructive yet don't stop
As a naive or manipulative unworthy cop

We don't have the mental state to change it
Instead we string along with life full of regret

There are only a few things left in life to make us
And we aren't separated from animals nor do we fuss

And every time the rest of the universe moves along
We the worst of humanity are truly left crying the same song

Because we choose to be more prideful than humble
There is a conflict that we can never fight nor do we mumble

Be great or be great at it I've heard so many times
As if to say we are always to "THEM" as unheard as mimes

What do you plan to do now knowing this true is the way
Sit around ,cry, or simply play? After it's the end of day?