Words Fail Me

There are a lot of speculative things that come to our mind - both for and against the life. This is my short attempt at absolution about the future, and why I contemplate that 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
was a space;
What future I might see.

Today will be Someday

But that someday will be shoddier

And worse than today’s abandoner;
I don’t think it will be caring

I don’t think it will be loving.

Greed blind the truth

Wisdom blinded by the willfulness of self
Prayers for easy money
Respect bleeds dry
Love wary without money.


Our best will be valued only by the Yama

I hope these answers are affirmative
For then I know that we will see
A future, filled with affliction
Like it's should not be.

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

And it is filled with hatred and spite
All I've got to say is, "spit!"