reason

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