The End of Earth: So Be It

If earth has decided that the time has come to throw

Us down a never ending tube

Us fragile things

Then I guess so be it

I have control over nothing… 

Except of my needs

Sometimes: When I need it’s because

This little hand lifts you

like a crushed piece of paper

Flings you to your need

Sometimes

You land on water and that is it for you

Sometimes

You land on more air and land on dirt

And hope you that this need has a better idea

If earth has decided that this is the time to burn

I want to be a rock

But heaven knows I could only look like one

Because inside there: little worms are waiting to breath

And fragile still I would be

If earth decided that this is the time to burst

I want to be filled- hot air myself so that I can fly…

But I am here, just a human made up of

Skin and bones, fragile.

Fragile, Frafile, Fragile!

So so be it. I have no control in the end- I am of the earth and

I will live pass the earth and into that tube

Then so be it.