At A Point Of No Return

 
If we look out into the world, if we were to look at what goes on, how many lines are drawn in the sand, how many conflicts are actually taking place?

Who knows of these things? Who cares of them?
Who thinks that a conflict could one day come to their door?

They say life has a design, follows a path, and creates its own opportunities. Why should we listen to it? Why should people believe in it?
What has become of faith; the faith in others, the faith in ourselves? Faith, fast becoming diluted and washed away.

Just look at religion; a pale old face, a tired out old way of living. What does your God make of this? What is seen from upon high?
Are people of this planet forsaken? Have they been cast asunder?

Some trust in what is to come, others believe not; you can see it on the faces of the people stood next to you. To smile, would crack the world; to have friendship, would break the camel’s back …
And yet, without these, without the effort, what will we become; a dried leaf in the wind, an empty reservoir, a dried out dusty town where once there was life?

Have the seasons changed? Have things changed so much, so subtly, that people have not noticed?

Life’s path, where does it take you?