Branches, coming from the one single origin
Flowering, Blooming and growing
fills my heart with joy and love
This spring, it just awakens something in me.
How can nature be this wonderful and
yet we humans not care for it
not nurture it
how can I not despise humans?
So full of arrogance we are,
not caring for what they come from
losing their love, giving in to the hostility,
being so miserable and alone,
I’m miserable and alone too
but i have a lot of love in my heart.
I only wish to have someone
to be able to give that love to,
yet i see people not caring,
maybe I am ignorant of their lives too
Ignorance is inherent in humans maybe
I feel jealous not having the people to love
Every act of cruelty hurts me too much,
I can empathize with both the accused and the victim,
And the dread of being alive hits uncontrollably,
I could weep down the streets with the pain i feel,
Feeling choke hold by own issues
barely being able to do anything,
Not being able to reduce the pain any less
if anything causing more pain,
How can anyone live like this?
Maybe nihilists aren’t so wrong after all,
And we should all be dead.

But there’s beauty too,
Which will remain regardless of humans or not,
Nature has caused deterioration too
But the way humans do it,
it feels so ugly and personal
We have the intellect and power to build an utopia
yet we live in a hell of our own creation,
filled with misery and loneliness
The impotent rage presents itself
as depression eventually,
it’s dangerous
But what can we really do?
Maybe becoming an Eco-terrorist isn’t so far off,
Would a century year later
you will regret not showing the rage?
Not knowing the worth of this moment,
which we are living through
We’re always living through history
yet we are so obsessed with raging
for what has happened, the dead past.
Rage, anger, so uncontrollable
pointless rage, it does nothing, does it?
And soon you’ll be back to your comfortable life,
because it won’t really affect you
until it’s too late.