Never ending high

Extremes we push
To get likes
To be popular 
Interest me
Create questions of why 
Why we push another human being 
Why we push our selves
To points where there is no return 
If you trip, slip or fall
If something goes wrong and when it doesn’t 
When you have your 1 million likes
There you are, up again
Pushing extremes in a very human pink bubble kinda way, with risk attached to every pore of your existence
Your future child depends on your success

The human race does not

The humanity that pushes you up, that elevates your status with successes more radical then the last, will disappear when you don’t return the way you intended
When you return the way gravity intended, against your will and in that second of chaos, fear and inevitably 
Those who pushed, who wanted higher buildings, higher cliffs, will move to escalate another’s rise or demise in the never ending high

Of this strange century

Strange reality