What do you see when you sit and listen?

What do you hear when you observe?

You tell me I am barren.

You tell me I always have been.

When do you seek out a voice long passed?

When do you wait and let it come back?

How did everything die here?

How does the rest survive?

Is it grit?

Is it natural?

Has it been changed beyond repair?

Has it become something else entirely?

Will you be riddled by humanity?

Will you persist with monstrosity?

Can silence hold a whisper?

Can I tell you a secret?

“Time knows all”