Oh trees for fruit,
and honey from bees.

Rivers of water,
and fresh air to breath.

What more could I ask for?
what more do I need?

Shooting stars in the night sky,
on mushrooms and weed.

Sunsets on the beach
with coffee or tea

Woken in the morning
Birds chirping with glee.

Theres' a fresh sunrise,
but its one more 9 to 5

Locked in these walls,
for my security.

I don't evolve,
doing what they please.

The so called, thinking species
yet unaware of our abilities.

In front of the idiot box
entertained and chained.

Feeding our minds,
they spread the disease.

Dividing us all,
to support their greed.

Fighting a war,
Killing with glee.

Are we getting,
more than what we need?

So much we take,
Bent far enough to break.

Give our bests,
Yet its fake.

Receiving what we.
vowed not to give

The body hurts,
shatters like glass.

Time slows down.
doesn't seem to pass.

What have I done?

Did I deserve,
another shot from the Gun?

An optical playback,
through time in the mind.

As we rewind, old doors seem open,
previously locked by good byes.

Was it better,
when there was another.

Should we let the other,
choose our fate?

Contemplating regrets,
while hell they create.

Oh the highs and the lows
Where else would they go,
as we wander through,
the green meadows.

Up ahead the beautiful lake,
begins to wind up.
And then steps down,
like a snake.

Rushing forward with the water we go.
Avoiding the rocks,
our very own stepping stones.

Where are we rushing, where do we go?
The rivers charging, the waterfalls arriving.
Its a huge drop, then the river ends far below.

The waterfall was beautiful, from afar!
But the gushing waters, now crush down upon us.

Pushed far apart, we swim to shore.
Together once again, we ride the tide yet again.
Where does this river end, shall we ever know?

If you believe this is hell,
wouldn't you live every moment well?

Everyone you would please,
So your soul you could set free!

Every action taken,
Every word spoken,

All pondered on,
before their execution.

For there is a single goal,
To escape this forsaken place

Thinking about the escape
Buddha you reincarnate,

So easy it would be,
to smile and care.

Where the evil lies,
You slowly try to hide.

You try desperately,
To get to the other side.

Where the flowers bloom,
nurtured by butterflies.

Love floats with the air,
No suffering nearby.

So are you ready my friends,
for this world is burning our insides.

Picture this is hell,
its time to start a new life!

Why deny,
what exists.

Why question,
what doesn't.

Why worry,
what tomorrow.

Why destroy,
what peace.

Why do,
what hurts.

Why kill,
what loves.

Why end,
what highs.

Why lie,
what verity.

Why mind,
what soul.

I smiled at him yesterday,
but he just looked away.

Made me wonder why,
was it so hard to smile?

The days went by,
yet once again I tried.

While i passed him by,
my lips curled.

So blank was his face,
like I looked at him with disgrace.

Yesterday he died,
its sad that he never smiled.

Young as he could be,
death came hastily.

Do you make the time to smile?
For it could be your last mile!

Oh what a waste, yet again he tastes,
The questions, he’s answered,
Though the plans, were mastered,
Yet once again her mind raced.

Why oh why?
Do these thoughts, never die?
For when they arrive, its time for him to fly.
Run away from the pain, escape this life again!

How many times, should a man cry?
Plead and beg, until he dies?
Is this his life? Will it never change?
All he changed, he shoves down the drain!

A different man, he chose to be.
For you and him, but you failed to see!
Now he wanders about, wondering what he’ll do.
For the battle was lost as they split in two.

Yet he will love again, for his love was true.
So full of care, although, he was a fool,
No woman resists, they do not dare,
His nurture is honey, his breath their air.

On a path he walks, strong he stands,
Flowers bloom, with his glance,
Fruit drop down, into his hands,
What has become of this man?