Still Here

The world can end today
everything diminished within flames of a fire
earth: now a dry wasteland
all humans destroyed
not even the spirit of ashes float amongst this barren plot
the very thought of any existence now vanished into fantasy
of nobody but everyone who remains
and even their lives are only a spec
and dust clouds form to create more havoc
upon a wasteland of anything and nothing at all
but the specs remain, the fantasies there
while the people smart enough to get out sooner re-appear
and though lifeless and miserable
this wretched planet is nothing but everything
to them
still here