The scorching sun beats down
on the decomposing bodies before my eyes.
Fog and smoke saturate the atmosphere
Beside me, a once-wealthy man painfully dies.
I keep asking myself: “How am I still here?”
Perhaps my wisdom emancipated me
from the inevitable devastation caused by greed.
I built a shelter in the last remaining tree
and filtered acid rain to drown my thirst.
The fruits it bore were tasteless, odourless
but they are responsible for my survival.
Alas, my dream of awakening humanity
has failed those who still worship money.
But I am still breathing, and so are those I adore
Now, at the end of time, I could not ask for more.
You inhibit the raindrops
From pouring out of your eyes
As clouds in your mind thunder
And you feel your heart surrender.
You know if he senses emotion
He will escape in revulsion
Because he evades all types of attachment
In fear of the inevitable disappointment.
He does not understand the sensation
Of dancing in the raindrops formulating around him.
It reminds him that he too is merely human
That he too can endure such desperation.
But mostly, it reminds him that you are real
That human connection is a learning process
And you cannot estimate its failure or success.
Inconsideration creates exasperation
The clouds explode in the collision
Tears flow savagely onto the stone
That once used to be your heart.
The storm departs;
You are alone.