Prophecy

Are we try to travel alone?
In places dirty,
Created by man,
...but on whose permission?
Who sent us walking?

They say
We are to know (we do)
Of things evil and good
Of happiness and sadness
Of lies and truth

With time's running moments
With people chasing silence
With society's rude scenes
Of rats, and laughing,
And an old man
Shouting
The end is near!