A long time ago we'd go on outings
To see the natural world in all it's glory
I never really appreciated it enough,
Now after all this time I'm in mourning,
Life is but a blank wall, a passing day,
A pay check, a distant smile, sometimes,
I laugh when the timing is right anyway,
A solemn quiet giggle, waiting in food lines,
Doesn't it seem over the years something changes?
Every day just goes on to become a blur,
Nothing but vagabonds, hustlers and strangers,
I wonder what would be if natures voice were heard?
Seeking answers, help, I cry out, but no one is here for me,
Warmth, sunshine, the fresh ocean breeze, clouds floating,
It's all I can do to try to remember the rushing river, the path,
The fresh grass with the morning dew, free to choose ******.
It's all anyone can do. No one else seems to care but me,
I guess it's not very important to love nature, but hey,
At least you can always count on it being solid and free.
Everyone loves this country, everyone worships it,
It's imposing laws, it's noisy planes, it's pollution,
They never seem to be bothered by it one bit.
But me, I'd rather disappear than go on like this for life,
I need to find an unreal miracle magical solution,
Lucky me...no one shares my wish to move, my dream...
Just a memory!
