Misanthrope

Someday these cities will become empty,

And all its rules and morality will vanish.

And I want to be the last person alive

To witness everything reclaimed.

I will find the most noisy place in that city

Look at the empty road and abandoned vehicles

And I will be the first in centuries

To hear the original sound of the nature

A little bit of breeze gushing in my ear

But essentially the peace.

And in that moment before my fear takes over

And I return to all my human vagaries

I would like to die, and leave for good……..!!!!!