Sun-streak golden, with amber’s crimson hue
We would notice only with a second’s glance
A sky forever new with evening shadows blue
Would we regard the design of natural chance.
In the earth’s orbit, we seek to recognize
A reason for being often taken by evening
Sky will evolve our eyes without knowing
What will new found symbolism surmise.
A world designed around a way of life, a norm
Each one of us employs in a desire to feel whole,
A value, a staple, a manner of speaking we form
Our own opinion, dig ourselves out of any hole.
We give our lives to the established society
That which honors a self-loathing angst for all
Who tread across her midnight sky to befall
The very nature of idiocy she might call clarity.
We cannot matter to the others who’ve gone before
Those world learners who without any new release
Rely solely upon the natural order, shown the door,
To the evil nature, of a society bent upon losing peace.