I might ponder the why of things
The how of things to come.
Wondering the why of things,
and we can see no reason.
But there is a reason, I suppose.
Great minds will ponder.
The world is a crazy, crazy,
Spinning mass of overpopulation.
Dirty, filthy, screaming mass.
Maybe that is why.
The planet is headed for destruction,
Of all life upon it....except the cockroaches
And a few things besides.
Who will be left...we know not.
Some say by 2040....not so far away.
So we must treasure each day we have,
Look out at nature and take pleasure.
Wondering the why of things.
The how of things to come.
