Burdened with questions,
begging for answers,
as a divide grows,
we walk through empty fields.
Searching the horizon for direction,
the shifting sky scatters with each breath
and when we listen to the primal unseen screams,
we lose ourselves in fear and doubt.
Broken and beat down by the present
afraid of what the future will bring,
there is hope in the past
where we all came from the stars.