When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. -- Paolo Coelho
I was walking down an eerie lane
With a clouded mind and a weary eye
I hear muffled chugs of a distant train
As the stars shine dully in the ink black sky
Praise be to the creating gods
That have tolerated mankind in all its folly
their vision and our world, deeply at odds
Messed up have we, by golly!
One after the other, the lights go out
“Is there no way out of this!”, screams the mind
“Is there a light at the end of this dark life’s route?”
“Or is it my fate to be stuck in this grind...”
Thousands of years of evolution,
and what have we achieved?
Stuck in the karma revolution,
wallowing in our greed
Nothing did I find atop the Everest,
that had flamed humanity’s desire
At the heart of the Amazon’s tempest,
The lightning failed to ignite a fire
A voracious conqueror to a generous empowerer
everything I have been
No one that I held dear,
and all has gone past unseen
Desire is my desire,
Ennui is my reality
If life cannot give me what I require,
Cessation of it, my only priority!
Those words, Reader, drowned
in the mighty waves of the Tsunami
Hauntingly the sound they carried,
“Oh my god, they killed Kenny”
