All the chaos and confusion
All the chaos and confusion
The world turns round
The stars come and go
The wind blows
People walk
Cars honk
Screams
Phone rings
Car honks again
Sweat rolls down
Older man scowls
Wind eases thoughts
Tented windows filter and disguise
Industrialism is taking over
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Oversized trucks destroy the peace
The wind comes again
Music of the air
Music on the long-gone forest
Ghostly embraces
Music of the newness busting in
The fumes. They kill.
The history and myth dance around
Breathing. No, not that thought.
Sixteen wheels pounding the nature
To live really is to assert aggression
All is paused.
The wheels can’t move
Strangers bustling by
In such a hurry
Going nowhere, only consuming more soma
Capitalism destroys beauty
Powers of the Mind transformed to Meh
The world we used to know
Was never really
How to know?
Was that birds whistling?
It was.
Nature longs to return
To live is an aggression
No guarantees
Just a speck in time
Specks searching for meaning
Drive by cosmic forces
Lost in a sea
Longing for familiarity
Everything could be different
Time
Dr. Andrew Joseph Pegoda 