WE HAVE EXHAUSTED OUR RESOURCES
“In our race for more, we forget the balance that sustains us. This poem is a reflection on the paradox of our existence – a cycle of creation and destruction, of hope and despair.”
We have plundered the earth,
Chasing shadows across the sands.
With empty hands, we climb the peaks,
Dreaming of summits we do not understand.
In temples, we bow to gods unseen,
Yet honour idols wrought by man.
Our prayers are whispered into the void,
While greed and fear shape our plans.
We slow the moon’s silent march,
At the brink of the abyss, we pause.
But only to grasp at fleeting treasures,
Never to question their cause.
Armoured by fear, we march through storms,
Seeking solace in a fleeting sun.
Our hearts, volcanoes of rebellion and sorrow,
Erupt with dreams that cannot be undone.
The rain falls, but does not cleanse,
The rivers flow, but do not heal.
We are both creators and destroyers,
Bound by a wheel we cannot still.
O humanity, what will remain?
When the forests wither and the oceans drain?
When the earth, exhausted, falls silent at last,
And our dreams are relics of a forgotten past?
“The road ahead is a metaphor for all we seek and fear. It stretches endlessly, both a promise and a challenge – a reflection of our inner journey.”
The road, the distant road,
How it beckons with its endless lines.
The wind whispers of places unknown,
Of shadows cast by ancient signs.
Lost in dreams, I tread this path,
Each step a question, each shadow a doubt.
The sea crashes, its waves dissolve,
Leaving foam where hope runs out.
I yearned for loss, for wisdom’s cost,
But now, what remains of me?
Perhaps only dust upon the breeze,
A fleeting ghost of what could be.
Where is the path, so pure, so bright,
That destiny promised in the stars?
Its horizon fades into the night,
Yet I still follow its endless scars.
The road, the distant road,
Its echoes haunt my restless heart.
The wind carries my soul away,
Yet I am bound to its eternal start.
In the road’s embrace, I find my truth —
Not in its end, but in its length.
For every shadow and every stone,
Grants me wisdom, grants me strength.