We are damaged.

We damage.
It’s a dam age

where clothes don’t last and are thrown away every day
and at the very same time are bought in a messy mass,

where nothing has time to grow great
and time by itself makes everyone weak.

A damn age
where more brings less,
brings loss,
where we have so much but still want more, when we don’t need it all

can’t handle the mass, that messes us up.