In times of old
Our lives would be a story told
Our society is falling off the rails
Disaster, disease and plague
But we focus on celebrity’s of our trash mags
Population too large
I hear Australia’s is sending the sick on a barge
Are we blind or dumb?
Or has the media turned us all numb?
I’m shocked to see how little we care
When we’re facing worldly despair
People claim to be awoke
To me the human population is a joke.
There’s a spot in the woods that I call home
It’s not a building, but it’s a habitat where I’ve grown
I know every bush, every tree, the roots and the loam.
It’s my green sanctuary where I can reflect
You can learn nature’s lesson while watching insects
Learn the woods language; the chirps and woodpecks.
I’m lucky to be there when the forests moans
To be able to connect with this beauty biome
It’s where my heart lies, that spot I call home.
In through the crack in a seem-less mind
Does this problematic idea find
It grows like cancer as it roots around
Taking over all the thoughts this idea has found
Turning a clear mind into a sea of insane
How an idea can manifest into disease of the brain.
The worst action a person can do
Is the one that hurts more than just you.
When the wound you leave is on their heart
It will seem impossible to hit restart.
You become lost from the pain you caused
Emotions flow while the world is paused.
A good soul avoids causing pain,
But sometimes that’s lost in vein.
Sometimes those actions are needed
Sometimes happiness forms when guilt is ceded