Ungrateful As We Are.

The sky is bright, clouds are moving

They seem to be-moving in haste.

Men are falling asleep

Yet their hearts

Are raised with pride

In their chests.

Their souls are lazing

Above the moon glory

Whilst they glitter

Like a morning star.

They seem not to care

Whether their dreams came to them-

Or if they went to them

Mourning is forbidden

For they need it not.

But if they could share

What they smiled at.

They would love to-

Share the moment when,

Their souls had risen

Up from their bodies,

For then, they had seen-

The real essence of their existence.

But now they shall say;

Take us out!

For we have no business here!

The dreams had ended sharply

What else could be left?

With faces turned out

Like a dying coal, they breathe

And smile, even without a thank you

They laugh, because-

They still have a second chance.