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