I want to know
Why the flowers still bloom
Above the debris of failure
Why the wind still blows
When the ash spirals within
Drifting to blight the air
Why the birds still cry
And their songs scatter
Into echoes in a hollow land
Why the predators
Roam a wasteland
When the hunt ceases
Why the water still flows
Polishing the bones in the roots
Of soil holding bodies beneath
Why the sun still orbits
For the growth of none
The treasure of immortality
Resting in the scrap
When the idea of humanity
To discover themselves
At the edge of reality
Conquering the unknown
Will fade in the hope
That they will overcome
The end of reason
When their knowledge
Is equal to their creators
Their bodies mortal,
Their minds not,
reaching for the end
When they're so afraid
Of the moment
They hold it closer
Than their frozen hearts