the international end of everything

we're still doing the same things. 
recognized for hearts and breaking them with hatchers and poems. 
as we expand our world with social media and the growing market of make believe. 
who are we anymore when we are all of it?

my question marks point to the world.
they also point to your heart, you know who you are.
the main value of direction in compass compassion.
personified in laying under clouds that move past you. 

these moments of malady, my heroes are dead leaves.
these happy happenstances, my villains are very funny. 
match me in the middle, watch out for my belly. 
I eat everything inspirational these days, but not what you think.