Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers! With landmines hidden in trails of Society's doctrine. 'Too often is it stepped on, Too often does it explode.' Blowing constitutions to smithereens. Where you then rummage within your nucleus to piece together your scattered jigsaw, Misplacing your natural elements, Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicity— Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies. Disillusioned on land thus is you(the complex you).
Let go— Rise above your materialistic graves— Walk on air! My kindred wisps Walk on air!