Reality?

Watching my soul swirling in the cyclone of sadistic cynicism that is Society,
Quietly contemplating the catastrophic conundrum that is Creation.
Resoundingly Resolute, Remiss and Rowdy.
Infectious insinuation incessantly infiltrating inferior intellect.
Callous and careless, Disquieted and disgruntled.

How is one to react when the cogs begin cheering for the machine?
When insanity and denial makes the world go round, are we to begin at the middle and end at the start?