You seem to alternate
Between viewing your
Own mind as an
Unstoppable force
And as an
Inescapable curse
The only truly
Unapproachable
Concept for you is
That it's your mind
Within your control

I find it so easy
to think poetically
of the world
as one giant beach

On it in which
all of us stand
and wait for
the clouds of radiation
to roll in

To resign ourselves
to the disaster
on the horizon
because that's the direction
inertia carries us

I will not wish the time away
But when it's time to go
I hope I wake up on that day
And never get to know
I hope I leave a thousands lives
Improved and without strife
And so I hope the end arrives
Amidst the joy of life

I was never
Afraid of
Anything before
You showed up

All of a sudden
I loved you
And that
Was terrifying

We all have
A little bit of
"I want to save
This world!"
In you

I just want
You to know
That it's ok
If you only save
One person
And it's okay
If that person
Is you

Those beautiful animals
Were born
They grew and
They were used
For chariot racing
Then suddenly
They died and
Here we are
2000 years later
Marveling at their skeletons

It is no measure
Of good health
To be well adjusted
To a profoundly
Sick society