Apathy Is A Karma Killer

If those few words were the last ones ever said. And

this goodbye would be the final one. Those cents the

last ones ever spent. If this night would stop or never

end. The snow would never melt or the sun never be

again. Could it be the last night and the last one,

you? We would never grow old, become pale parodies and

forget all of our memories. We would never know all

about the upcoming failures in the world that carried

us. We would avoid all the hatred, the wars, and the

genocides, the breaking point of devastation, witness

the world folding on itself. Isn’t it enough? We could

be the next target in the war on power, terror, or in

explosives attacks on fallen cities. Could it be the

last night? We would miss the day of the sure

awakening, the sleeping giant hate filled for his

vengeance. Or the moment we won’t be able to afford

more waste of human life. And more evidence of torture,

widespread confusion and violence. If this was the last

day I would tell you, I’m confused. All we do is fight.

Life isn’t that nice. Karma is just a fairy tale. There

is no promised land. Maybe your life would have been

different. Maybe you would have been fulfilled or

believed in god. You won’t see a world doomed to

collapse. I can’t offer land, just a pile of toxic

waste. Saving tomorrow, I have no fears. Going forward

in the path of a lonesome quest, with the leftovers of

an honest adventure. I will silence my rage and let

bravery stand. The bland flavor, I spit on the basis of

living. It’s over crowded dirty and useless, let me

take a rest. We will avoid all the hatred, the wars,

and genocides, the breaking point of devastation,

witness the world folding on itself. You will never see

or have your chance. This moment is our last one.

Something will never happen; the start of your life,

the day you would have seen the light. My hand is

reaching for you, you my daughter. It’s our last night.