questions about how we’ve come to be

and who we’re here to see,

what we are here to do,

none of these have been thoroughly thought through.

they’ve missed the last query

oh how we are so dreary

lingering in the past

when the future is approaching fast.

perhaps it’s a divine plan

set out hand in hand

with the dice of luck,

a twist in the cards

who gives a ****?

Your here and you’re

breathing.

your heart is still beating,

you’ve a soul,

you’ve a mind

so cm’on be so kind

and waste not,

want not

time is of the essence

and oh there are so many lessons

get out of your house

and off your screens

then prehaps you’ll hear the screams

resonate

and by god do they illuminate why your here.

for you are breathing and can’t you hear

your heart still beating?