Alone in the woods,
I rest and smoke my cob pipe—
But am I alone?
Wreaths of white smoke surround me;
The forest seems full of wraiths.

i want to grow
i want to wake up tomorrow
and do something
find the dirt
clean the water
i want to have a job
like a cog in a machine
a single cell in a human being
this is life: an infinite screen
and God is Everything
in between