Waking in the desolate woodland site full of nothingness,
I look to you o Tree of Wisdom.
My life has been lived in Oblivion and exceeding pain.
Why must we all live with such disgrace and unhappiness?
We are but nothing to this planet, but we could be,
Why can?t we see this? O why o wHy?
Consuming at us like a hidden virus. Our Oblivion devours us
As such a bear devours his mid-day lunch.
Our light is disheveled and imprecise to a point that No repair can I see to occur.
So slow to change, so completely stuck on past.
We find easy and make it easier.
We looked to the sky and found a limit. Life as we know it is ending and non-reoccurring.
The young soon become old and the cycle runs on and on and on? And we sit and watch
Looking to no bigger meaning of our self existence but look to easy and look to oblivion
And sit and enjoy the show.
Completely satisfied with the unsatisfied able. Turning the other way and walking down
The smooth pavement to our unconsciousness and sit and enjoy the show.
We come to a change and say No, its? to hard to do.
We see what we want to see and it represents no meaning.
?I the Tree of Wisdom have seen as you have seen and it bother?s me so,
The light of your kind once flourished with a divine right, but now looks
To the ground and finds its alright.
Barren and invisible to the problems they look to it for answers and find that it is as empty as themselves. Is there hope little mind of world, yes there is, but I fear that mass destruction is the only way that your minds will form as one to understand the true meaning of existence and perseverance.?
Look onward and at the rear,
Beyond and below,
There you will find the answers you are looking for,
But you must look and you must move to find them.
