Future reality

Steal threads criss-cross the sky
and tarmac digs up the earth,
carrying steal-hearted people
in their steal-hardened cars
through their lives.

Yet all life is over,
existence is all that remains.
Circuits replace emotions,
money conquers love,
power rules us all.

The whole world waits,
with the patience of destiny.
Begging, praying,
though faith has long since died
for this cruel torture to end.

For the timer to run out.
The game to be over.
For the sun to simply decide
that it's had enough
and refuse to get up any more.

For the chance,
the slimmest possibility,
that when this life is over
we may be given a second chance.
And try again.