We've become a civilization of diseases we build monuments statues institutions thinking death won't ever find us here.
Our minds are scrambled our bodies are damaged our food is poisoned our skies are toxic our vices are forces of processes beyond our control.
When we are not humbled by nature's power we inflict our wounds upon ourselves in the names of greed and self protection and no one knows what it really means.
Fearful of the silence we fill our skies with endless noise babbling on in endless monotones, droning while traffic stalls at a hot stand still idling engines idling souls depletion of every last glimpse of the past. Jam packed in the stench I am lost today in this vitriol as anxiety, death and desperation from every corner screams my name.
That's why I came to these woods where the illusion of peace remains as wild fires burn just down the lane as you know as you say its always been this way when bodies hung at every cross-roads hunger, power, ignorance and strength all ran the show.
I'm sick with every disease I know.
I float upon these tranquil blue waters and we are reminded of the peace we all really can know.