Second Rate Spirits Will Never Rise

Communing with nature is over-rated

It never speaks back

It's like a pause in an ozone that never quite perfected an oasis

Who created silence? Not God

So birds and crickets are the enlightened ones in the morning sun

...and then there's the beauty of a bunny, the kindest view

...and far away 8 pounds of innocence is held in chains that it never before knew

...and my heart shatters all over the place again

Whilst egos try to shelter in my soul the only known universe is on a roll

They had to take everything from me, all that I loved

So that I'd match their mentality

Because everyone knows that misery loves company

So I wait patiently despite the indifferences

...and the government commits atrocities to little victims of circumstance and pats themselves on the shoulders like some twisted nazis

Stables eating butterflies

It's a psychopath reunion down the 'ol street of mine

One must wonder if this is a pause in the universe what's the meaning of it

As if everyone lost basic communication

Of explanation

Of reparation

The silver lining in the skies is knowing that second-rate spirits will never rise

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I don't usually write sad poems, it's not really part of my make up. I don't believe in depression either (gasp), but I am not used to overwhelming sadness.

God will make it right