Where will this cynicism go?

When I open eyed watch those star,

All you could see is the smoke that billows,

When I murmur about sun,

'Its about thousands years or so' 

Where will this cynicism go?

Is that's what the black hole made of?

All the dark energy and matter,

culminated by the human devils , demons and pessimism...

Fills up this mysterious  interstellar ,

Even if star are luminous balls,

They still make me smile,

my question stays the same,

Where will this cynicism go?

The lava that splurges out,

Washing the entire civilization,

Tsunami that erupts,

Destroying  nations,

Aren't they bad enough?

Why can't negativity watch its words?

Just a tinge of hope won't hurt...