Lets travel barefoot into our minds eye, back to dine town.
lets go back to a ****** place, where the winds speak
we can take care of you
the leaves rest on our tongue
and the land is more romanticized
than mankind can content itself with
she is boundless, she has molded herself to provide
from her womb we find comfort, long before the hands have reached her
mortal man could walk the river as the fish overflowed mother earths rift
They spoke of deliverance when they severed your cord from her
and brought you to the garden of eden
The hands
here is your town, no longer a village
here is your food, no longer a crop
here is your shelter
they shelter your head and heart with concrete
concrete made from the materials of different lands
what does it do here? who does it serve?
when the world is made from it's ashes
in a way that is unhelpful to us and those around us
why do we do what is unhelpful?