A Question

Will technology be the end of us all?
Can I not have been born into Shakespeare’s family?
Back when a quill was eloquence?
When letter writing was fashionable?
When fashion wasn’t understood?

Can I be a writer?
Do I have to be an apologist?
Can I write to excite and inspire?
Or must I argue and convince?

Is romanticism such a bad thing?
Can we not all go around with our heads in the Lord’s clouds?
So to think more of another than oneself?
Was I really born for such a time as this?
Can I not have been born to a simple life?
Is it ever a simple life?

Can I really have an influence?
Can I really be loved?
Do I really think far too much?
Am I really that selfish?
What is self-worth?
Is it attainable?

Will we become so introspective?
So far that we implode?
Do we do that ourselves?
Or is it the internet, Sky, spin-doctor, sex dripping media?

Do I despair?
End it all?
Is there hope?
Hope?
Salvation?
Hope?