Child of stars borne of flesh
A construct seeking nature's freedom
Waylaid by the vortex of modernity's daunting delights
The choice of void bulwarked by the infinite
Pleasure found in the details of grains and the mountains they build
The people we find, the companions we choose, are anchors against the storm
Stop a moment with me to smell the flowers burning in the garden
Look upon the wall of grey, see the rainbow cast
Find the absurd in the mundane