I believe in illution's
A blue sky
Just a reflection of water
Just light hitting a gas
Yet light is also a illution
As is colour
Colour is light
Or so I'm told to believe
So how do we control it
How do we focus it into one
And a million
Different colours

Different species
Created for a different purpose
Purpose?
No
Reason
A reason
Evolution.
That is all we are
Space, time and science trying to prove it's self.

I don't believe a human future
This scientist life
To ignore natural beauty
And the world full of indescribable life
To work in a office
Or greying building
With greedy, poisonous fumes
Walking around with fake smiles
And dead eyes.

I want to go back
To before cave men
And become a more adventurous human
One that doesn't destroy or lust
upon
One that nurtures
And not only it's own species.
It wold marvel at the sky
Without wanting to venture there.

Not religious.
Not a scientist.
But a guest upon this earth.
Not it's rulers.

I want to marvel about light.
Not figure it out.