While the world continues unsettling staid values,
we seem to remain housed and hungry,
we value our gains to such a silly degree,
we forget there’s a world outside of our blues.
When I allowed my soul to breathe in deep wood
the smell of pine and wet moss aroused me
in Nature I do seek the attention of a free
mind that moves beyond the self loathing that would
bury my pale heart and cause me to then forget
how simple the leaves, how sweet buds hath
blossomed, deep in the forest away from wrath;
we may feel cleansed, less burden, less a target.
Look upon one another, please look for the smiles,
help them to be real, a genuine glee
if then that moment can be made free
then crying, the sudden rush of time speaks miles.
I stroll through concrete shadows, the lives we lead
in wonder of pain, while we seek some remains
of our integrity, character, these are my gains
if only there might be hope to cinder the greed.
My heart plays the rhythm without release
of the turmoil, the fear, the truth,
oh to understand then the ruth-
less nature, that human anomaly sans peace.