Looking far into raw green
Lay the things I’ve never seen:
There’s bright matter and pure hart,
Magic, chemistry and swart.
Clean vibration, complex smile,
Almost lingers for a while,
That it blows into a song
Molecules of right and wrong.
Then it hits me with despair:
How small am I? Do they care?
Have they noticed what they’ve done?
No…
They haven’t…
Life
Goes on.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
Looking far into raw green
Lay the things I’ve never seen:
There’s bright matter and pure hart,
Magic, chemistry and swart.
Clean vibration, complex smile,
Almost lingers for a while,
That it blows into a song
Molecules of right and wrong.
Then it hits me with despair:
How small am I? Do they care?
Have they noticed what they’ve done?
No…
They haven’t…
Life
Goes on.