Who cares anyway?

O Human! Run… Chase… Haunt…

You want… work… weary… satisfy… then want again.

Never stop the never-ending lust.

What have you gained?

Few moments of fullness.

To desire another time,

the gold above the hill.

When you reach you grasp

a petty handful of sand.

Then another hill… another hill… another hill…

for the illusion.

Start to finish.

Eat to hunger.

Know to ignore.

Climb to fall.

Own to miss.

Find to lose.

Until the grave cuts your greedy chain.

So, why don’t we stop to talk,

about ourselves for five minutes,

and return as humans for a while.

Who cares anyway?

I, myself, don’t anymore.

Do you still do?

Salma

16/9/2004