Walk By…

Sit. The greatest of the great stand among you.
Each grand oak and pine, each blooming jacaranda, each and every flower and bird flutter around your being.
They move with you.
They move in you.
They move for you.

“Change,” you mutter into the cool, calming mist of air.
Things seem to matter…you seem to care.
Then you walk by.

“Change,” again you mutter, into the the suffocating heat of the world we have created.
Things once light, dark. Those once hopeful, despaired.
Nothing but heat, the melted spirits and the fallen heavens.

This is the image, every day for the past ten years, projected into your brain, and forced down your throat at each plastic bottle and during every car ride you are reminded of your duty, your responsibility; the lives in your hands.
Then you walk by.

This is it.
This is the end.
Everything you’ve worked for, every page of every chapter that you have written and planned, slammed back closed by the force of your own hand.
Your life melts away from the grasp of your own spirit, events once natural, become the feared and the storm rages far beyond the limits it was once held to.
But go on, walk by, it’s too late now.