weary are the hopeful
for they always have to wait in vain
to see the sun
while the world is flooded by torrential rains
and melting icecaps
wary are the hopeless
for they must convince themselves
life is nothing but pain
even as they find the gold
at the end of the improbably beautiful rainbow
weary are the faithful
for everyone around them has invested them
in a higher order they have to believe is there
otherwise their whole world may crumble
and they will have to build it back up themselves again
wary are the faithless
for they have to comprehend the futility
of human existence, the randomness
of tragedies, without someone to reassure them
it all happens for a reason
weary are the people
for they must survive in spite of
the ways they destroy each other
the ways nature destroys them
the way the universe swallows them whole.