As we consume our crust down to the core

and bring our soils to decay,

we securely watch in trance from our luxurious homes.

Ignorant to the state of our true residence.

Concrete slabs go over forgotten paths that could once regrow,

now only to be replaced with concerns for indulgent behaviors and the ease of convenience.

Leaving us entangled in a web of super highways, leading us

back and forth on a monotonous pursue

to gluttonize any peace left that continues to thrive.



Over excess and leave non for the rest.

God Bless America.

So there you were, just another face on the bus.

A wave and a smile, all in courtesy.

Their were no needs for an exchange of routine words

that only clot into clumps on our littered world's.

Starting from the size of mountain top boulders, to weathered down stones.

To palm sized rock, river bed pebbles, and fine beach grain sands.  

Each setting off different receptors from the bottoms of

my feet to the synapses in my mind.



Our words have already been spoken, from the hearts and

souls that express their innards through the majesty creation.

Spreading their guts out on canvas, down on paper, through their words, and in their songs.

We don't need to hide from the grains of our past, they have already been set inside the stones

of our future.

Hypocrisy murdered us.

And I clearly see why.



Some live full with ideals

that will soon be over fed.



So drink your caffeine, take your pills, and chug your beers.

Smoke your cigarettes, take your shots, and puff your joints.



Turning simple pleasures into ritualistic addiction.



So take your jogs, live in health, and make your money.

Act important, wear your trends, and get lost in your image.



Another ego gone in crowds of more egos.



I'm sorry to say your guilty of your own dismay.

Desires will consume the mind so select your path that you wish to pave.



You stress the mind.

Turning you back to mistakes made in honesty.



Wrongfully discrediting the character of my mind.

When I know to learn from the mishaps that time left behind.



I'm Regurgitating at the thoughts of that

bland existence, that could have been.



Zombily consuming, using, and losing my natural soul.

Almost forgetting who me really is.



I don't want your permanence

I don't need your blind mind.

Our minds do not mesh.

Our existences could not relate.



No stars were their to tell me that we were incomplete.

No sign told me things were not right.



My mind is all I need to know that my time is precious.



Experiences separating.

Taboos dividing.

Stubbornness multiplying.



Splitting your mind into fractions.

Leaving you to need more than a simple arithmetic to solve.



But the solution was obvious.

And we seemed to have solved it.



With a simple goodbye.

Congruent paths never perfectly intersect at any length, But are almost always nearly identical.

We may be parallel but the world has set us completely at odds.

Miles separate the **** near touching lines.

Aspirations and dreams is spreading the distance between me and you.

But those same goals and desires is what's keeping us even closer.

These trails that have already been tread, keeping intentions at a minimal.

Cascades of doubt breeze through the plains of blond wheat.

Slightly obscuring any trace that point A has left going to point B.

My animal like nature will soon arch our parallel lines.

Jumbling up any existence of any path previously taken.

All except for one.



Yet here I am, again waiting for that day that our lines will converge.

Hopelessly waiting for our worlds to be much more symmetrical.