Mayans saw us
Not
beyond this point.

We map our extended calendar
with dreams expanding.

Soaring beyond mind
All that we are
Changing here
Creation
until now
Unimagined.

With vacant expressions
and blank stares,
they live in a dead end
going nowhere.
One is lost
one is halfway there,
can we save them?
Do they even care?
How much can they take,
from all of the fakes?
Will they get a second chance,
to take a stance?
and end the cruelty,
and the waste.
Of small children lives
when they're under five.

A relief in a way
blank like a sheet of paper, nay not paper, a tree uncut
not yet even paper
gasping tendrils cannot form, cannot be voiced
housing no muse, reaching out to smoke
a relief in a way
also a curse
when naught brings life but words
what is it my mind is seeking
holding onto endless vague emotions
they wave tauntingly across a vast distance
sneering, as I chase them across an arid desert
through treacherous mountain passes
always a few dances ahead, mocking me in my limbo
where is my emotion
I feel it tearing me to pieces
at what is it directed