The Precognitive Burn-Outs Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The dinner guests go still as they wait for the big reveal
A prediction of direction and how this all collapses
But it never comes and everyone soon goes back to their meal
Eating and drinking and stuffing themselves with apathy

Forsworn tomorrow, we live in the closing days of a golden city that no one has the drive to further maintain
And as you become more internalized and as you become more alone
I will enviously dig through memories of when I had energy and passion and no filter
And only needed information and some light guidance
I don't envy being young in and of itself but I value idealism and speed of thought

Shades of freshness used up, it was not expected to ever run out this way
Precognitive players at the table of history knew what was going on
The final question to resolve -They couldn't do anything about it or they didn't want to do anything about it?