Today I made a poem, no biggie,
I've paid my dues,
I've made amends today.
Beyond my ego's need for self-importance,
I know my soul is made of light,
I know that I was made in heaven.
Paths that cross that soon diverge,
there's no point in trying to hold on,
the long-awaited goodbye's are the most cinematic part.
So many that already lay in their graves,
it is of no matter when we will join them.
What matters is:
will we join them as we are?
Or will we have made the best of it,
when the time comes?
Today trust is in short supply,
the culture shallow,
the humanity anaesthetized.
Pull the plug on those age-old lies, I say!
Let us restrict ourselves to them no more!
Before our bodies become food for worms!