At what point in the road
did the steps of man waver
and collapse into self-seeking
madness?
Just wandering around
on cold, empty streets,
wondering how they became
so dark.
You never see warmth
in people anymore.
I sit and imagine an age where
what was right
came before reason,
where humility took
prescedence over pride.
Now it seems as if the
whole universe has been
rotated
flipped
shaken
and destroyed,
leaving all who survive
to gather piece after empty piece.
What purpose has that?
