What's Left Poem by Ethan Wilson

What is left when our words are exhausted from our mouths?
What do we have when our actions go from north to south?
Will we be humans with organs or robots with calculating minds?
Will we be able to breathe fresh air or survive on a sigh?

I do not wish to exhaust my words
I do not wish for my actions to be gird
I wish to be a human with a flawful mind
I want to breathe without having to sigh

What do we have left when all the black gold is gone?
Will there be any mystery as we creep towards a dawn?
Only enlightenment that will only burden us down
Down down to the dusty disused ground

It is time to give back and stop our greedious taking
To hold on to the mysteries of such beauty that we are making
I am enlightened through self knowledge and understanding
Of all we are as humans, though our society be crashlanding