The great golden wheel serves only to steal-
the deal is lost as we buy and borrow.
It severed the hand while we sanded our sorrow;
abandoned the bleeding demands of tomorrow.

So now seas are rising where we reside,
but we must not think to run and hide.
Why don’t we decide instead to step outside,
and into sunbeams, glowing red?

To feel the flora fluoresce like an aurora,
or to hear the battle rattle like a cattle train;
to taste acid rain as it trickles off treetops,
and tickles the trembling brain.

Why don’t we decide once more
to die for today, and prop open the door,
for only to witness that light which will stay
far after our feet have forgotten the floor?

Why don’t we decide to play
together while the skies are grey;
together we will find a way away from here
where we have wrecked- what a lovely side effect.