Pathetic lives that waste this gift,
A selfish culture where each individual is the tyrant
Hastening our decline into winter.
If we look at the face of god we would see nothing godly,
Because we are god; we create this world in our image.
People don’t care enough to make an effort to change,
And that is how it is. That is how it is going to be.
And nothing I do seems to change that,
Like I hoped it would, like I told myself it might…
We are but flashing shadows, the dust on a grave.
We must do better than this,
We must act to maintain this gift in perpetuity.
I will start again by asking myself:
“Am I am leaving my eyes open?”
“What the fuck have you done?”