Whispers In The Prairie

As our days changes violently everyday
Watch closely as it might blur away
like cheetah
running its prey in the savanna

We are riddle to ourselves
our species is not entirely natural anymore
philosophically speaking

And finally we'd change our names
and perpetually our references

Volition are voided
every mold of our growth would be rearranged
every inch of us eventually reforged

The year will soon be new
but we are still ourselves
and the snow falls
as it usually was

What are we
and our life rendered in eternity
are merely whispers in the prairie

Whispers...
That are not meant to last...

Probably...

And this loveless poem will soon too fades
as it is nothing more
than whispers....