I want to dream of spring and wondrous things
Have beauty live upon my mind high the exquisite landscape of my internal eye
The wonder that is nature the only meaning to reference as creation presents the next liveable moment and hope opens a door to more as it works to restore
Have I lost the capacity to truly be free as I walk upon the finely messed threads of being
Have I been stripped of the essential essence of what manifested to balance my soul eye to see the world in solidified righteous time
Have I forgotten how to be life high
Seeing joy upon petals and rainbows within the natural spoken earth soaked with honesty that breathes majesty as it moves through eons long cycles being all it ever was supposed to seeking nothing but giving to all as we slip deeper into self induced fog
How can I be if my soul is blind to simplicity
Panic my new best friend as I try to comprehend what I have lost just to try to win
Survival written upon my skin as I tattoo beauty upon livable memory
But the artificial is not the liberation of an intellectually manifested utopia delicately placed within pristine space to save a system calibrated beyond human wisdom
I lost sight of the mountain high as I cleared the sleep from my eye
A speck upon a profound truth never truly grasping the root
Trying to be a pirate hoarding perceived loot
I am human and have been swept up in human truth
I end to begin and all balance withers as my understanding dessicates and my fleshy heart stutters just to race
I have been wrapped within the cocoon embrace of civilization's presumed grace as my soul yearns to relearn the passivity of nature's gentle trace upon the fine lines of my mind's swirling tides













