Dystopia

And what are you supposed to do,

When the sky turns grey,

And forgets its shade of blue?

When the paper you worshipped,

Now covers the dead ground,

Coloring it green,

Like it once found?

When the values you hoarded,

Become more minimal,

Abandoning life

Becoming primal?

Do you forget to love

In the thick fog?

Relearn to live

Or become the very bog?