Poem #04

It is a blissful illusion, to be lost in experience

Deceitful actions, vampiric in nature

To twist and turn our values beyond all recognition

No more do we look upon our land with reverence

Muddled through ever growing complexity

We seek our confusion

To willingly walk away from all we were given

I cannot imagine a more sacrilegious act

At to much ease in disturbance

The simplest and true of this Earth, go by unnoticed