eyes in the smog

the smaller fire may leave the greater burn
choices are narrowed to a point of dust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

what choice we have we always want to spurn
those factors that would lead to love and trust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn

far out at sea we hope a storm may churn
while here the earth has grown a thicker crust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

our bodies will each fit into an urn
and we the living find that so unjust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn

we can fake truth we even fake concern
and then our shining armour falls to rust
we live and breathe but never seem to learn

for other worlds we always seem to yearn
what hopes we have may explode and combust
the smaller fire may leave the greater burn
we live and breathe but never seem to learn