What we are

Down by the forest near an abandoned house lays a shelter with no windows, with no hope

Down by the house you used to grow up in is a tent with no doors

Down by the canal that passes under the old and tattered bridge lays a man with no hope of going on

A man that was beaten by the system

A man who has crawled on all fours just to please some mirage, some false god

A man who knew it would come to such an end

A man who wishes not to go on

So will another man as this one come to collect a corpse that shall only make the air wretched for mere seconds as another one shall crawl into his place or shall the man give him water and rebuild him letting no other take his place

Are we savages?

Are we to help or to let it rot?

Is this how we treat our future, Our only hope of going forward?

Are we the ones to sit in our tents with no doors and our shelters that possess no windows?

Or are we to churn through forsaken and morbid times to arrive towards a better future which has nothing of this?

Who knows what is to come for we are only humans and have no real path as we destroy ourselves and others as we stumble drunkenly through time looking through the windowless shelter and walking through the door-less tent.