we would feel alone in togetherness
our fate being so in directional turns
bending our destiny like never before
for a long time we would seek
who we should have been
and we would have no answers
to look into or ponder upon
for we would have been lost
for so long in the mist
that light would be too thin
even if it were of truth
to tear through the dust
and enlighten our dying souls
for we would have given up
long before we thought was appropriate
we would have forgotten the fire of a fight
and courage we would never have come across
and our journeys would all seem the same
since our ancestors had found them
and so we would refuse to keep those maps
and grow new ones upon trees
to find our new ways
once again
in the mist we shall breath
the sulfur dioxide and cyanide scent
suffocate with malfunctioning lungs
yet we shall repeat the same mistakes
again and again
too proud to take an advice
we shall die in our own heaven
which we would have by then
converted to hell.