I wish,
There was something to say,
Different from the things i say everyday.
The world,
And its unsupportive legs.
Communications,
Loaded with lies,
Severing any honest mans ties.
I wish to speak,
Of a world new.
A beautiful place,
Every corner,
A corner new.
Endless sees of green.
No want.
No need.
To hold it to your being,
With anything other than your eyes.
To take,
And to give back.
To work towards something,
You lack.
To know,
There is indeed no knife,
Behind your back.