Looking at the world through a windshield.
Ever get the impression
We are failing as
Human beings
Caught up in
An endless moment
Of consume
Distract and repeat
Consume
Distract and repeat
Satiating insanity
With no room left
For heart or soul
Only connected to
Disconnected connections
Overdosing on want
Plastic intervention
Rehab online
This must not be
Why we are here
Even as an aside
It becomes our
Distracted focus
‘Stead of being
Our intended being
“Being”
c : conscious existence
– m-w.com
.
From
“Presto” – Rush
.
If I could wave my magic wand…
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you’re doing tonight
If I could wave my…
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