Words Fail Me

There are many speculative things that come to mind— Both for and against this life we lead. This is my short attempt at absolution about the future, And why I believe such a pain in the neck Is extremely likely.

 

I am looking at the voidness of the blue sky,
Wondering what our lives will be,

The clouded day high above
was nothing but space-
What future might I see?

Today will become Someday,

But that someday will be shoddier,

Worse than today’s abandonment.
I don’t think it will be caring,

I don’t think it will be loving.

Greed blinds the truth,

Wisdom is blinded by the willfulness of self.
Prayers are whispered for easy money.
Respect bleeds dry,
Love grows wary without money.


Our best will be valued only by Yama,

The lotd of death.I hope these answers are affirmative,
For then I know that we will see
A future filled with affliction-
One tgat should not be.

Now I hate how long it took to see
That life's joy is a closed book to me.

It is filled with hatred and spite.
All I've to say is: "spit!"