The logic of vain.

Just a poem

The logic of vain.

Trapped inside my body

Or in the world instead

Strange, how things already

I learnt, were in my head

How to put equations

If numbers fall in short

Or establish relations

Of any type or sort

If days are counting numbers

And years are days as well

Who, in the end remembers

It's Heaven or it was Hell?

They tell me ancient fire

Burnt planets before

So why does our desire

Urges to ask for more?

What's the logic of vain

Of therefore, hence, and thus

Of agony, joy, and pain

And aliens living in us?

What is a tiny dust

How much it is worth?

When in the end, we must

Die on the planet Earth.