Everything Happens for a Reason

The digital altar glows with holy blue light.

We curate our ghosts for the vultures to see.

A masterclass performance of joy in the night,

optimizing the soul for maximum glee.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

A divorce notice signed with a stylized font,

a funeral streamed to a faceless crowd.

We peddle the trauma of what we still want,

while hiding the grief that is never allowed.

But everything happens for a reason.

The algorithm harvests the tears we have sown.

It calculates sorrow to sell us a cure.

We sit in the silence of being alone,

convinced that our shallowness remains quite pure.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

The servers are cooling while oceans will rise.

The data centers hum as the cities decay.

We filter the ash from our heavy tired eyes,

and click on the links that will lead us astray.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

Perhaps it was chaos that guided the pen,

a series of blunders disguised as a plan.

We hollow out virtue again and again,

to fit in the palm of a silicon man.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

The screen flickers out, leaving darkness behind.

The logic collapses into the dust.

We search for the purpose we failed to find,

betrayed by the gadgets we swore that we trust.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

We whisper it softly to comfort the dread,

ignoring the void that is starting to bloom.

The living are jealous of all of the dead,

who never were forced to endure such a doom.

But everything happens for a reason.

**

The phrase is a comfort for fools who are blind.

It masks all the randomness biting at heels.

It serves to unburden the terrified mind,

from seeing the jagged and terrible wheels.

But everything happens for a reason.