Culmination - Esoteric

Tis nothing if not a cruel world

Again we endure

A sound that has become all too familiar

As the music plays, the curtains draw

In this script of life, the tragedy plays on

And it arrives with envy, of those still to learn

Of the questions it brings

The dawning of nature’s indifference

We are but ants without purpose

But this time, it feels different

One moment in time becomes finite

An aftermath of horror so hard to bear witness

Which only seconds before, could not be conceived

Stripped of life

Crushed and burnt

It feels unreal, yet nothing is more definite

A warning to those left behind

That each second passing by, draws us nearer

No question of if, but when

Still we move forth

To journey’s end