It is the state of being human
It hangs over us like a shroud
No guarantee of permanence
Or even of seeing tomorrow
Fragility best describes a life
Improbable describes all of life
Ignoring the painfully thin blanket
Of atmosphere and magnetic shield
Forgetting our habitat is finite
On this orbiting island of Earth
We burn and waste what we can find
And find wasteful ways to spend our time
Inventing insidious things to say
To those we claim to love the most
Knowing that someday soon it will all be gone
comments powered by