I recall times of innocence, so bright,
Active and naive,in pure delight,
In native games,so unconfined,
In raw emotion,unrefined.
I recall natures noble and grand,
And people fair across the land,
On some duty's altar,they
Became repulsive in array.
In their small boxes, they but see
A world of disarray and spree,
And no sacrifice can make you free,
Or leave your conscience clear to be.
The neuroses speak their silent plea,
Only within the soul's deep sea,
And the masses,moments break,
From the pressure,they awake.
When serenity departs, takes flight,
The cold draws near,extinguishing light,
A hollow sound,a barren tone,
The utterly wretched,weight unknown.
Customs, laws, and civilization,
Education,strict dictation,
A facade,a farce, a comedic play,
A hidden death's paroxism,they say.
Lost is the meaning of this life,
Career,a hidden servitude, rife,
Your taxes paid to those on high,
A Sisyphus of decline,you lie.
How can the weeping leaf touch your soul,
When in concrete,you seek control,
When cars become your mission's goal,
How can light that doesn't burn make whole.
No hope for you to be absolved, set free,
Crimes and blood flow endlessly,
Our childhood nature weeps in plea,
From which you want to break the tie,to flee.
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