Where To?

Remember there were times,
When this world of ours was nice.
Look at us now,
Half dead, but raring to go.

I never saw this come, hit my face,
Look at me now, in my mouth a vulgar taste.
C'mon look at us now,
Whenever you believe, the world around.

For every night I dream,
I see the world go round,
A bit of the sky above,
A bit of snow below.

Where are we off to? Racing to and fro!
Living the lives of slaves, look at us go.
Look at us now,
We're history for ever for now.

Angirasa Acharya