Composed 5/30/13
Description: I took a walk this evening; this is the result.
We’re so numb in our metal cubes
With their artificial air
Their hard vibrations and pointless noises
Drown out every care
It’s only when you step outside
And kick up dirt and grass
And smell the green and brown of earth
That you start to live at last
Little squares of thick paned glass
Are no comparison to the sun
That makes you aware of your own skin
With sweat and burns and grunge
And you don’t even notice
When you’re stuck inside
The overwhelming pleasure
Of the forest’s shading line
When you’re out of your little box
You feel the consequences
Your pulse, your thoughts, and emotions jump
When a rabbit bolts at your fleeting presence
And the slight bumps in a little cube
When seen from the other side
Are wide eyed splatters of red on pavement
They’re disgust and sorrow combined
The naïve pleasure of coasting by
Does more damage than you think
I’d rather feel my brain and muscles fight
To know my body is all in sync
Those little metal boxes
Drain our feelings ‘til we’re dead
You truly only begin to live
When you walk on nature’s edge
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