Poezja

Searching for sound reason on which to believe
There is substantiation for why to breathe
Hopelessness fueled by life’s futility, I see
I suspect this thought by others too, not just me

Rationality is irrationally becoming lost
Everyone other seems want to be boss
But no one seems ready to bear the burden cross
To give sound reason for mass human suffering and loss

Earth’s presence in the cosmos will forever last
And when this civilization’s time has long past
Future earthly inhabitants finding our ruins will undoubtedly ask:
Why were these people so keen on not wanting to last?