Third View

Let’s fly above the clouds
And watch them.
Stare down at humanity.
Now I suffer from asthenia.
Would they be one with me?

I can’t make out their faces.
Would it make a difference if I could?
Maybe my eyes are cold,
But from here, I can’t see, should
There be a difference?

They’re all battling private wars.
Pursuing futile theomachy.
I ask my mother how it will all end.
Seems I’m not the only one who can’t see.
Please god, I don’t want another wasted sense.

Billions of people living.
Each with a scar of their own.
I have scars too.
Some still left to be sown.
I can bleed as one.

Let’s take a break now.
Close our eyes and think.
How did it all unwind?
To leave it all on the brink,
Of a storybook, crumbling behind.

Let’s admire what we’ve created.
It’s all for you.
It might all be on offer…
But I’ll take my third view.