The observer

by alex   Nov 21, 2004


People dream of coming to places like this.
So full of life. So full of opportunity.
For me though, I see neither of these things out of my window.
The sadness in the air.
The terror, blocking the sun, and tainting the breathable air.
I want to help so badly, not the people, but the planet that we have abused. It is not fair. How? How do people continue on like this. Every day I see more and more of the sadness come.
I do feel some happiness, though it is usually on the rare occasion I see children playing together, or seeing that the brave and strong birds still manage to fly through the mess in the sky.
People are lazy. I myself included.
They search for ways to make their lives easier. Every new generation will live "easier" and longer than ever before. But with all of the new inventions come more and more complications, until there is nothing but routine and system making the people live. It is irreversible now. I am hopeful believe me, but still it is, irreversible.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments