The sick Earth
by your hands and mine
failure of our designs

Change the type of car you'll drive
ignore what you can't see
all you're changing is
the economy

Oceans filled with an infinity of junk
Skies opaque with progress
With any luck
Species will remain to be seen

I
Try to
celebrate
but art is hard
to
debate

When blood
was used
to create
These
shadows
and
twisted
lines

I throw stones
at the ancient brick
just to pass the time

Pretending these
shadows are my friends
dancing along
parking space lines

The air is stale
smelling of gasoline and
cheap perfume
I'm throwing stones
while thinking of you

What will you become?
A question I heard when
I was younger
I wish to change
my response
now that I'm older

I wish to become
human in a world
designed to make me
feel small

Stand tall in  
time and space
and never again
listen to
anyone at
all

Light reflects off
you
captured
by my eyes

My brain
paints your image
your present
your past

I blink
with fear
knowing
truth may
be
a lie

The one I
fell in love with
may only
be an illusion
trapped in
my
mind

Life can be a glass
of water
sitting out in the
hot sun
evaporating
slowly

Drop by
precious
drop

Take a drink.
Savor the taste.
We only have
one glass.