In this dying world there is a shadow of a smile
I dare not see but it is always there in my mind.
I walk against the wind trying to understand, to find
what is within the wastes that has spread for miles.
A cry for help, a cry for freedom, cry for something
that is unfathomable clouds my irrational thought.
Some say it is madness, some say it cannot be brought
by mortal hands, however it keeps me laughing.
Crowds, always pushing and pulling without an end
enraptured in their own struggles, acting so clueless
to the truth that beckons them, ever so worthless.
By blade or bullet, they come with ideologies to defend...
Unable to see one truth, dead is dead and all life leads to it