I look across the field and past the sewer line, over the mountain range ignore the road that climbs
I glare across the ocean bypass the boats that glide, peer into the forest refuse the loss of lives.
Is the answer love, is the answer peace? Surely it can't be freedom or the will to go green
Could it be knowledge, or publicity? When I contemplate this, honestly I just don't see.
I don't see new generation, hope for humanity
I don't see a great change coming, ideas oh so revolutionary.
I see doom, I see fear
I see destruction and a falseness.
I see lies
And I see a darkness.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
I look across the field and past the sewer line, over the mountain range ignore the road that climbs
I glare across the ocean bypass the boats that glide, peer into the forest refuse the loss of lives.
Is the answer love, is the answer peace? Surely it can't be freedom or the will to go green
Could it be knowledge, or publicity? When I contemplate this, honestly I just don't see.
I don't see new generation, hope for humanity
I don't see a great change coming, ideas oh so revolutionary.
I see doom, I see fear
I see destruction and a falseness.
I see lies
And I see a darkness.
I wrote this in art history class.
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