In the desert, on foot, how else could one be
Walking north, chasing one’s pole star
Oases abound, no fresh water though
Parched as the soul is, no solace in sight

Keep walking one must, one foot after another
Gods to be have forgotten, are forgotten
Eons spent tumbling with the wind
Long forgotten hope revitalized
Why can’t it be stamped out though
Would be simple, to stare at stars
As they fade away, as do memories
As do expectations, as does the hurt

Watch it all burn

Sudden onset of melancholy
world is a depressing place right now

Famine, hunger and war

People dead and uprooted

a girl searching for her brothers killer

politicians making statements

Jackdaws are democratic

and humans morons

I wish to be in a better world

Place of peace, quiet and happy coexistence

People free of enforced rules and values