Sleeping sounds of the living,
Rising and falling after a long day,
Ignoring the fall, the unforgiving
Closeness to the last breath.
Oblivious sinners who walk
And ignore the risks they're taking.
With every step, with every walk,
They condemn themselves, chosen dying.
What will be the way to go?
They never ask such things.
They don't know, they don't care to know.
Wanting, desiring, lusting, nothing more.
Minds look and talk about future,
Do they even know what tomorrow has in store?
There is only blindness to use and nurture.
