Like animals in the wild
Death is the only inevidibility
in a sea of possibilities.
Many of which never really concern us.
And yet, we allow these things to effect us.
To change us.
We have the potential of becoming so much.
And yet, we settle for less.
For a life of little ambition,
ultimately insignificant in meaning.
I see so much wrong with the world,
yet for all the wrongs,
there is some right.
Some...
But not enough.
We need to try harder.
We owe it to ourselves to try harder.
But what stops us from doing so?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
So, until that day comes.
Us humans will continue to hate for nothing.
Torture for nothing.
Kill for nothing.
Until in the end,
we all become a fragment of the people we had the potential
of becoming.
Maybe one day we'll learn,
but then again,
maybe it's all just one continous cycle
until we eventually kill each other off
like animals in the wild.