Grant me a life free from the madness
of society that I see.
Where money is the king of our hearts.
Power is the occupier of our minds.
In darkened rooms where
red faced monsters congratulate themselves,
through the smoke of a cigar.
A veil of self adoration, clouding their vision.
Your mountain of money at your side.
This false god you worship.
How successful you are.
A king amongst your peers.
How are you today sir?
And do you ever think to ask the same question
Yes, grant me the quiet solitude of a forest.
The calming lap of an ocean wave.
Sand between my toes,
The soft summer breeze in my hair.
A heavy snowfall,
bringing eerie and beautiful silence
to the loudness of my mind.
Here lies the real treasure.
But we cannot hear it’s call
for the deafening madness of our species.
© no face woman