I have spent exactly 54 minutes trying to write something without any success.
I began writing about inert gases
and how they make up
only about a certain percentage of the atmosphere,
but how they seem to make up a little over 100%
of people like you and me.
All of us, unfortunate children of riot,
taking ourselves so seriously that we forget
that we are nothing else but compost for a faraway landfill.
Never reacting, yet ever-reacting specks of dust.
We fight for skin, body and brains.
Who fights for hearts and souls, love?
Who fights for the propaganda of honesty and virtue?
Inert gases at least know how to fill space up with themselves.
We, are busy filling our self with ourselves,
while we forget that hundreds of hearts have slept
unhappiest of sleeps, dreamt the most unfortunate of dreams.
Yet you and I are just worried about world peace,
while we sit and fight in our own courtyards.
Families torn apart with money, hearts with greed.
Who knows when someday people
like you and me reach the atmosphere,
that’s the real reason why there’s acid rain.
The Broken Clock 