I ponder the reflection on the night sky,
gazing at the finite moments that gaze
upon my eyes. And I shed a tear, for I
brought these in to my existence.

I'm a singular person, a lone voice...
but I had a chance to voice my opinion,
that had past dead trees were our
currency.. Dead trees sealed there sap,
sealed our future frozen in there ending.

For our time could have been wonderment,
but we stayed silent. And now our sewed opinions
fall foul of the breath our kin's breath..
A world of wonderment turned vinegary to the
taste, as blind thoughts bleed into what we breath..

I wanted a better future, but vocals are severed for
we fear of our moment, not those we give life to.
We care for them, but not the moment for after
were gone. We forget this is a place we left for them,
it was meant to be grand but we made mistakes.

This was a reality turned in to famine, breathless
nights, a moon no longer shimmering dulled by
forefathers greed. But what did it pave, that time
has not passed. So stand now, or those of our future
will huddle in cemetery's of actions instead of just breathing.