In the infinite wisdom of now, we are trapped in a moment kidnapped by the tools of our own hands.
Victims of the search for truth
Powerless to the agony of love
Swept away by the waves of time drowning our dreams with the reality we store in conscious thought
It’s hard to breath now
Suffocated by moments overwhelmed by man
We are robots in our skin; flesh eating metal
In the truest of words; arrested by emotions; saturated by potential
In an ironic twist, success is our greatest failure and insanity is the only calming agent
Now I look to a tree in its prominence and desire to grow
It is alone, firm to its roots and a shelter to those that pass under.
A protector to the almighty sun; a seasonal reminder of the passing of life and death
Renewed in warm, it returns for another season, another lesson
Close your eyes and bask as an exchange of energy revives the senses numb to the wasteland we call now