Another look at future

I am watching out of the window...
Hopes are torn bit after bit after bit..
The tears well up and almost spill..
And go back pondering the futility of it.

The breeze of the sea hits me with passion..
My hair and clothes flutter to the force..
Who can blow the breath of life into the soul..
Who can come in through those sealed doors..

The corpse being shred open by vultures..
Still keeps staring at the skies..
Look not here for its all gory red..
Look up at the blues .. there the future lies..