A quiet time of desperation. Where everyone one's under suspicion. We live in fear of people we don't even know. Walking the streets alone keeping to oursleves. Living in secrecy. Paranoid that everyone we meet could be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Trust is a rare commodity in this futile age we've made filled with greed and manipulation. The news says we can't trust our neighbors. While our parents warn us about strangers. So we sit locked away like hermits in our homes. We've thrown away the key to humanity's last hope. Our lives are intertwined in the web of life, yet we forsake our human connection. The cages we create in this world of hate serve as our insulation. Against imaginary foes and self-inflicted woes. No one wants to be a victim. These days to trust is to regret, but did we all forget that our fate lies in our hands.