Past,
be the present within,
these vapid minds.
Future,
becomes irrelevant,
tethered to singular lives.
Be there,
no tomorrow seen,
within these hollow minds.
No,
comprehension of humanity,
simply beings which die.
Die,
they do on a monday.
Kill,
others on tuesday.
Wednesday,
be the day,
all is washed away.
Oh,
to wonder,
why they hurry.
To wonder,
why they work,
they play.
To wonder,
why they are constantly doing,
nothing.
Be it,
simply self importance?
Simply,
this organism,
which controls all?
Be,
these beings forever too stupid,
too ignorant,
to think at all?
Be that,
why nothing shall matter?
Why,
these silly humans,
die,
every tomorrow?
©yungb123
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