Here I am,
the water glistening with purity.
Trees replace the sky scrapers,
with their roots dug deep.
At the bottom of the waterfall,
I can feel the cool spray of water.
Now Im awake...
I see the stacks putting smoke Death in the air.
I see the thousands of eyes,
Averting themselves from
the lonely,
the helpless,
the dying.
Only concerned of the path to their destination,
they forget the joy, the wealth in life.
And ultimately, they destroy their lives,
and live a life of conformity,
A life of misery,
A life of empty-ness.
As a bird forgets his wings,
they are.