Dying of the Light

Wandering mortals

And for all our reason and rhyme

Here I am looking up into the ceiling

Hands clasped

Kneeling, praying, begging

To be looked after and asking –

For the hands of fate and destiny

To be not so cruel

Because at the end of the day

We haven't got a fucking clue.

We strut around in our business suits

And carry around heavy bags and intimidating lists

Teeming with confidence and self-assurance.

But –

Still, we cry

Still, we break and hurt and fuck things up

Still, we err

Still, we wander

Arms flailing mouths gaping

Looking, searching – desperately

But in vain.

Because we have forgotten

We are mortal –

Flesh and blood

We may control metal robots

But our hearts are still mush and pain

When all is said and done

We will still be the mortals

Powerful empowering resilient

But still mortal –

Powerless to the skies, to the seas, to the wind

Wandering, breaking

Crying, hurting

In search of answers

To questions 

We do not even

Understand

Go lightly – go lightly now human, 

We will not be here

Forever or for long.

You do not have to know

All the planets in this solar system

Or the speed of light or the names of animals that lived years before.

You do not have to know every answer 

To be content, to be present in the here and now.

Go easy now human,

Safe in your own

Mortality.