In a world without saving justice, we're herding like donkeys,
Lost in ice-melting fields, where chaos ripples and throngs tease.
Like monkeys with umbrellas, we dance through dry meadows,
Searching for meaning in a realm where it truly never follows.

What if there's no one left, no politics or life's array,
Just a void of senseless existence, where everything's astray?
Like Saul before Damascus, night keeps us from the unknown,
Too hot, too rainy, too ablaze, we hesitate, postponing our own.

But what if all of this is merely an illusion, unreal,
And we find ourselves adrift in a world we can't reveal?
Who are we in this no-man's land of consumers, unclaimed,
Sending love's arrow to a heartless realm, hoping to be named.

Expecting the best, we let it fly, this arrow of love,
Though no guarantee exists below or high above.
For we all eventually perish, disappearing like seasons,
Gone like a drop of rain, merging with endless reasons.

So cherish your life, though limited joys may be perceived,
Hold that arrow higher, and know it's all you need.
Expectations may crumble, but still, there's hope in sight,
For saving justice of love may come in darkest night.

Be patient, like karma returning, weaving its way,
Through years and minutes, silently but sure to sway.
No one knows when, or if, its arrival will be true,
But let's believe in that promise, for it offers hope anew.

In the meantime, humans are like ants, scurrying with speed,
Working hard and dying quickly, fulfilling every need.
So let's hold on to that arrow, keeping faith, come what may,
For the saving justice of love, one day, may light our way.