Not darkness shattered by a sudden cry
But instead, an almost silent sigh
That’s quite absurd
But all that’s heard.

And another day dawns brightly
Over scapes that are unsightly
While we all pass by
And never wonder why.

The populace eschews the past
Noting that the future’s vast
Ignoring it’s chaotic
And rootless, is necrotic.

Great while it lasted
But everything passes
In death all are equal
There is no sequel.