Sitting in this box of knowledge
Admiring the alternative;
I hear hooves, bounding the cliffs of distant lands.
I see nature’s beauty, unscathed by human hands.
I feel spiritual bliss, where souls are bared and accepted.
The sound of the ocean seething dismay
Mocking superior ideals.
Freedom oppressed by seeking conformity.
The life we strive for is flawed.
Our being is trivial.
The gaps in our goals are gaping
So foolish are the learned.
In our pompous ignorance
We stare destruction the face.
I'm craving culture, in a society of blinkers.
Shut my eyes;