Tis nothing if not a cruel world, Again we endure A sound that has become all too familiar, As the music plays, the curtains draw In this script of life, the tragedy plays on, And it arrives with envy, of those still to learn. Of the questions it brings, The dawning of nature's indifference We are but ants without purpose But this time, it feels different One moment in time becomes finite. An aftermath of horror so hard to bear witness Which only seconds before, could not be conceived. Stripped of life, Crushed and burnt. It feels unreal, yet nothing is more definite. A warning to those left behind That each second passing by, draws us nearer No question of if, but when. Still we move forth, To journey's end